He Is Not Great Who Is Not

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.