A land of levity is a land of guilt.
A dedication is a wooden leg.
We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see!
It is great and manly to disdain disguise; it shows our spirit and proves our strength.
The man that blushes is not quite a brute.
Less base the fear of death than fear of life.