When We Are Born We Cry That

What, Shall One Of Us, That Struck For The Foremost Man Of All This World But For Supporting Robbers--shall We Now Contaminate Our Fingers With Base Bribes, And Sell The Mighty Space Of Our Large Honors For So Much Trash As May Be Grasped Thus?

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

My Wits Begin To Turn.

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee, And For My Soul, What Can It Do To That, Being A Thing Immortal As Itself?