Our Country Is Where Ever We Are

To Overcome In Battle, And Subdue Nations, And Bring Home Spoils With Infinite Man-slaughter, Shall Be Held The Highest Pitch Of Human Glory.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.