Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Treason seldom dwells with courage.

Tell that to the marines - the sailors won't believe it.

Commend me to sterling honesty though clad in rags.

Sordid selfishness doth contract and narrow our benevolence, and cause us, like serpents, to infold ourselves within ourselves, and to turn out our stings to the entire world besides.

God forgive me for having thought it possible that a schoolmaster could be out and out a rational being.

The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.