What Can That Man Fear Who Takes

The Infusion Of A China Plant Sweetened With The Pith Of An Indian Cane.

Look What A Little Vain Dust We Are!

A Day, An Hour, Of Virtuous Liberty Is Worth A Whole Eternity In Bondage.

We Make Provisions For This Life As If It Were Never To Have An End, And For The Other Life As Though It Were Never To Have A Beginning.

Nations With Nations Mix'd Confus'dly Die, And Lost In One Promiscuous Carnage Lie.