Virtue In Distress, And Vice In Triumph

The Love Of Liberty With Life Is Given, And Life Itself The Inferior Gift Of Heaven.

He Is The Very Janus Of Poets; He Wears Almost Everywhere Two Faces; And You Have Scarce Begun To Admire The One, Ere You Despise The Other.

Woman's Honor Is Nice As Ermine; It Will Not Bear A Soil.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

At Home The Hateful Names Of Parties Cease, And Factious Souls Are Wearied Into Peace.