Choose an author as you would a friend.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.