My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

Tis Not The Food, But The Content, That Makes The Table's Merriment.

Men Are Suspicious; Prone To Discontent: Subjects Still Loathe The Present Government.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.