Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of Freedom's Tree.

Better Be Courted And Jilted Than Never Be Courted At All.

An Original Something, Dear Maid, You Would Wish Me To Write; But How Shall I Begin? For I'm Sure I Have Not Original In Me, Excepting Original Sin.

For There No Yew Nor Cypress Spread Their Glom But Roses Blossom'd Each Rustic Tomb.

A Stoic Of The Woods,--a Man Without A Tear.