Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than read more

Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.

Love of country is like love of woman--he loves her best who seeks to bestow on her the highest good.

Love of country is like love of woman--he loves her best who seeks to bestow on her the highest good.

He serves me most who serves his country best.

He serves me most who serves his country best.

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine read more

I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

The development of the doctrine of international arbitration,
considered from the standpoint of its ultimate benefits to the
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The development of the doctrine of international arbitration,
considered from the standpoint of its ultimate benefits to the
human race, is the most vital movement of modern times. In its
relation to the well-being of the men and women of this and
ensuing generations, it exceeds in importance the proper solution
of various economic problems which are constant themes of
legislative discussion and enactment.

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Ole times dar am not forgotten,
Look-a-way! Look-a-way! read more

I wish I was in de land ob cotton,
Ole times dar am not forgotten,
Look-a-way! Look-a-way! Look-a-way, Dixie Land!
. . . .
Den I wish I was in Dixie, Hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie Land I'll take my stand
To lib and die in Dixie.

And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
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And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]

Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]