The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

We of the craft are all crazy.

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which love of thee alone can bind; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd-- To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom.

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.