'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

Tears Water Our Growth.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.