Either Be Wholly Slaves Or Wholly Free.

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

The Blushing Beauties Of A Modest Maid.