Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is

Surely The Best Way To Meet The Enemy Is Head On In The Field And Not Wait Till They Plunder Our Very Homes.

For Praise Too Dearly Lov'd, Or Warmly Sought, Enfeebles All Internal Strength Of Thought; And The Weak Soul Within Itself Unblest, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

We Seldom Speak Of The Virtue Which We Have, But Much Oftener Of That Which We Lack.

All The Bloomy Flush Of Life Is Fled.

The Wisdom Of The Ignorant Somewhat Resembles The Instinct Of Animals; It Is Diffused In But A Very Narrow Sphere, But Within The Circle It Acts With Vigor, Uniformity, And Success.