New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Riches Cannot Rescue From The Grave, Which Claims Alike The Monarch And The Slave.