It Is A Cruel Folly To Offer

There Is A Truth And Beauty In Rhetoric; But It Oftener Serves Ill Turns Than Good Ones.

My Prison Shall Be My Grave Before I Will Budge A Jot; For I Owe My Conscience To No Mortal Man.

Is It Reasonable To Take It Ill, That Anybody Desires Of Us That Which Is Their Own? All We Have Is The Almighty's; And Shall Not God Have His Own When He Calls For It?

For We Put The Power In The People.

There Is A Troublesome Humor Some Men Have, That If They May Not Lead, They Will Not Follow; But Had Rather A Thing Were Never Done, Than Not Done Their Own Way, Tho' Other Ways Very Desirable.