Wit Loses Its Point When Dipped In

Sheer Necessity,-the Proper Parent Of An Art So Nearly Allied To Invention.

Date Not The Life Which Thou Hast Run By The Mean Of Reckoning Of The Hours And Days, Which Though Hast Breathed: A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured By A Nobler Line, - By Deeds, Not Years.

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.

There Is Not A Passion So Strongly Rooted In The Human Heart As Envy.

The Throne We Honour Is The People's Choice.