As Well The Soldier Dieth Who Standeth

Nothing Has A Letter Effect Upon Children Than Praise.

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice Than Death To True Courage.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

Reason! How Many Eyes Hast Thou To See Evils, And How Dim, Nay, Blind, Thou Art In Preventing Them.