What Have I Gained By Health? Intolerable

She Unbent Her Mind Afterwards - Over A Book.

Half As Sober As A Judge.

Ay, Down To The Dust With Them, Slaves As They Are! From This Hour Let The Blood In Their Dastardly Veins, That Shrunk At The First Touch Of Liberty's War, Be Wasted For Tyrants, Or Stagnate In Chains.

He Who Hath Not A Dram Of Folly In His Mixture Hath Pounds Of Much Worse Matter In His Composition.

Mother's Love Grows By Giving.