Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

What, Shall One Of Us, That Struck For The Foremost Man Of All This World But For Supporting Robbers--shall We Now Contaminate Our Fingers With Base Bribes, And Sell The Mighty Space Of Our Large Honors For So Much Trash As May Be Grasped Thus?