War Is A Trade Of Kings.

God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

Murder May Pass Unpunishd For A Time, But Tardy Justice Will Oertake The Crime.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.

So Softly Death Succeeded Life In Her, She Did But Dream Of Heaven, And She Was There.