No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can

I Would Rather Have A Nod From An American, Than A Snuff- Box From An Emperor.

With Flowing Tail And Flying Mane, Wide Nostrils Never Stretched By Pain, Mouth Bloodless To Bit Or Rein, And Feet That Iron Never Shod, And Flanks Unscar'd By Spur Or Rod, A Thousand Horses - The Wild - The Free - Like Waves That Follow O'er The Sea, Came Thickly Thundering On.

Tis An Old Lesson; Time Approves It True, And Those Who Know It Best, Deplore It Most; When All Is Won That All Desire To Woo, The Paltry Prize Is Hardly Worth The Cost.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.