Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
Take each man’s censure, but reserve thy judgment. —Page 112.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. —Page 112.
the knotted column of his throat,
The massive square of his heroic breast,
And arms on which the standing muscle sloped,
As slopes a wild brook o’er a little stone,
Running too vehemently to break it. —Page 150.
Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg
The murmur of the world! —Page 156.
For man is man and master of his fate. —Page 158.
Perseverance gains its meed
And Patience wins the race. —Page 316.
Forever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us,
With Freedom’s soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom’s banner streaming o’er us? —Page 398.
He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat;
O, be swift, my soul, to answer him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on. —Page 399.
Silence! ground arms! kneel all! caps off!
“Old Blue-Light’s” going to pray.
Strangle the foe that dares to scoff!
Attention! It’s his way. —Page 401.