Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

Desire Of Greatness Is A Godlike Sin.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

I Have A Soul That Like An Ample Shield Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More.