Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before

What Precious Drops Are Those, Which Silently Each Other's Track Pursue, Bright As Young Diamonds In Their Faint Dew?

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.