Fattened In Vice, So Callous

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.

To Die For Faction Is A Common Evil, But To Be Hanged For Nonsense Is The Devil.

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

No King Nor Nation One Moment Can Retard The Appointed Hour.