His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!
Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.
Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!
Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!