Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.

He With A Graceful Pride, While His Rider Every Hand Survey'd, Sprung Loose, And Flew Into An Escapade; Not Moving Forward, Yet With Every Bound Pressing, And Seeming Still To Quit His Ground.

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

The Commendation Of Adversaries Is The Greatest Triumph Of A Writer, Because It Never Comes Unless Extorted.