The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, - Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy spring, - Rulers who n…

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

Reputation is rarely proportioned to virtue.

Law, in its most general and comprehensive sense, signifies a rule of action; and is applied indiscriminately to all kinds of action, whether animate, or inani…

But now, instead of discussion and argument, brute force rises up to the rescue of discomfited error, and crushes truth and right into the dust. 'Might makes r…