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War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
Fighting men are the city's fortress.
Fighting men are the city's fortress.
Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good read more
Oft he that doth abide
Is cause of his own paine,
But he that flieth in good tide
Perhaps may fight again.
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future read more
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government; who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty; who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity?
There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it.
There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it.
Never advise anyone to go to war or to get married.
Never advise anyone to go to war or to get married.
Either this or upon this. (Either bring this back or be brought
back upon it.)
Either this or upon this. (Either bring this back or be brought
back upon it.)
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old read more
O great corrector of enormous times,
Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
O' the pleurisy of people.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save
A life which valour could not, from the grave.
A better buckler I can soon regain,
But who can get another life again?
