We Turn To Dust, And All Our

Thieves At Home Must Hang; But He That Puts Into His Overgorged And Bloated Purse The Wealth Of Indian Provinces, Escapes.

England With All Thy Faults, I Love Thee Still-- My Country! And, While Yet A Nook Is Left Where English Minds And Manners May Be Found, Shall Be Constrained To Love Thee.

Variety's The Very Spice Of Life, That Gives It All Its Flavor.

Some People Are More Nice Than Wise.

Remorse Begets Reform.