The conquer'd, also, and enslaved by war, Shall, with their freedom lost, all virtue lose.
But God himself is truth; in propagating which, as men display a greater integrity and zeal, they approach nearer to the similitude of God, and possess a greater portion of his love.
Ink is the blood of the printing-press.
Evil on itself shall back recoil.
These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.