The Soul Of Man Is Infinite In

Language Most Shows A Man; Speak That I May See Thee; It Springs Out Of The Most Retired And Inmost Parts Of Us, And Is The Image Of The Parent Of It, The Mind. No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Still May Syllables Jar With Time, Still May Reason War With Rhyme, Resting Never!

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

When A Virtuous Man Is Raised, It Brings Gladness To His Friends, Grief To His Enemies, And Glory To His Posterity.

It Is An Art To Have So Much Judgment As To Apparel A Lie Well, To Give It A Good Dressing.