God Forbid That Judges Upon Their Oath

A Self-made Man? Yes, And One Who Worships His Creator.

That Good Diffused May More Abundant Grow.

Come, Evening, Once Again, Season Of Peace; Return, Sweet Evening, And Continue Long! Methinks I See Thee In The Streaky West, With Matron Step, Slow Moving, While The Night Treads On Thy Sweeping Train; One Hand Employ'd In Letting Fall The Curtain Of Repose On Bird And Beast, The Other Charged For Man With Sweet Oblivion Of The Cares Of Day.

No, Freedom Has A Thousand Charms To Show That Slaves, Howe'er Contented, Never Know.

Habits Are Soon Assumed; But When We Strive To Strip Them Off, 'tis Being Flayed Alive.