I Hate All That Don't

Courage, The Highest Gift, That Scorns To Bend To Mean Devices For A Sordid End. Courage--an Independent Spark From Heaven's Bright Throne, By Which The Soul Stands Raised, Triumphant High, Alone. Great In Itself, Not Praises Of The Crowd, Above All Vice, It Stoops Not To Be Proud. Courage, The Mighty Attribute Of Powers Above, By Which Those Great In War, Are Great In Love. The Spring Of All Brave Acts Is Seated Here, As Falsehoods Draw Their Sordid Birth From Fear.

Our Sex Still Strikes An Awe Upon The Brave, And Only Cowards Dare Affront A Woman.

We Are The Men Of Intrinsic Value, Who Can Strike Our Fortunes Out Of Ourselves, Whose Worth Is Independent Of Accidents In Life, Or Revolutions In Government: We Have Heads To Get Money, And Hearts To Spend It.

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

Tis A Question Whether Adversity Or Prosperity Makes The Most Poets.