The Patriot's Blood Is The Seed Of

The Proud, The Cold Untroubled Heart Of Stone, That Never Mused On Sorrow But Its Own.

A Man Who Will Not Leave His Room Because He Does Not Know How, Or Is Afraid To Open The Door, Is Trapped Just The Same Whether Or Not The Door Is Locked.

Tomorrow Let Us Do Or Die!

Beauty's Witching Sway Is Now To Me A Star That's Fallen-a Dream That's Passed Away.

He Scorn'd His Own, Who Felt Another's Woe.