I Would Rather Have A Nod From

That Prose Is A Verse, And Verse Is A Prose; Convincing All, By Demonstrating Plain – Poetic Souls Delight In Prose Insane

For What Were All These Country Patriots Born? To Hunt, And Vote, And Raise The Price Of Corn?

America Is A Model Of Force And Freedom And Moderation - With All The Coarseness And Rudeness Of Its People.

A Sleep Without Dreams, After A Rough Day Of Toil, Is What We Covet Most; And Yet How Clay Shrinks Back From More Quiescent Clay! The Very Suicide That Pays His Debt At Once Without Installments (an Old Way Of Paying Debts, Which Creditors Regret) Lets Out Impatiently His Rushing Breath, Less From Disgust Of Life Than Dread Of Death.

I Love Not Man The Less, But Nature More.