My Heart Leaps At The Trumpet's Voice.

Troops Of Heroes Undistinguished Die.

Mere Bashfulness Without Merit Is Awkwardness.

It Is Folly For An Eminent Man To Think Of Escaping Censure, And A Weakness To Be Affected With It. All The Illustrious Persons Of Antiquity, And Indeed Of Every Age In The World, Have Passed Through This Fiery Persecution.

The Intelligence Of Affection Is Carried On By The Eye Only; Good-breeding Has Made The Tongue Falsify The Heart, And Act A Part Of Continued Restraint, While Nature Has Preserved The Eyes To Herself, That She May Not Be Disguised Or Misrepresented.

The Religious Man Fears, The Man Of Honor Scorns, To Do An Ill Action.