Spare Feast! A Radish And An Egg.

'tis Liberty Alone That Gives The Flower Of Fleeting Life Its Lustre And Perfume; And We Are Weeds Without It.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

Some People Are More Nice Than Wise.

But, Oh, Thou Bounteous Giver Of All Good, Thou Art, Of All Thy Gifts, Thyself Thy Crown!

Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In White And Black The Same.