Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.