As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands.

There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

O Gold! I still prefer thee unto paper, which makes bank credit like a bark of vapour.

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.