Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.

Resolved to ruin or to rule the state.

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

Death ends our woes, and the kind grave shuts up the mournful scene.

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

Time glides with undiscover'd haste; The future but a length behind the past.