Before Man Made Us Citizens, Great Nature

A Marciful Providunce Fashioned Us Holler O' Purpose Thet We Might Our Principles Swaller.

Who Gives Himself With His Alms Feeds Three, Himself, His Hungering Neighbor And Me.

One Thorn Of Experience Is Worth A Whole Wilderness Of Warning.

Men Have Their Intellectual Ancestry, And The Likeness Of Some One Of Them Is Forever Unexpectedly Flashing Out In The Features Of A Descendant, It May Be After A Gap Of Several Centuries. In The Parliament Of The Present Every Man Represents A Constituency Of The Past.

If God Made Poets For Anything, It Was To Keep Alive The Traditions Of The Pure, The Holy, And The Beautiful.