Sin Is The Mother, And Shame The

Commonly They Must Use Their Feet For Defense Whose Only Weapon Is Their Tongue.

The Scourge Of Life, And Death's Extreme Disgrace, The Smoke Of Hell,--that Monster Called Paine.

Ambition, Like Love, Can Abide No Lingering; And Ever Urgeth On His Own Successes, Hating Nothing But What May Stop Them.

To Be Ambitious Of True Honor And Of The Real Glory And Perfection Of Our Nature Is The Very Principle And Incentive Of Virtue; But To Be Ambitious Of Titles, Place, Ceremonial Respects, And Civil Pageantry, Is As Vain And Little As The Things Are Which We Court

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.