Or arm th’ obdured breast
  With stubborn patience as with triple steel.
Paradise Lost, Bk.  II.  MILTON.

Patience, sov’reign o’er transmuted ill. The Vanity of Human Wishes.  DR. S. JOHNSON.

Patience, my lord! why, ’t is the soul of peace;
Of all the virtues ’tis nearest kin to heaven;
It makes men look like gods.  The best of men
That e’er wore earth about him was a sufferer,
A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
The first true gentleman that ever breathed.
The Honest Whore, Pt.  I. Act i.  Sc. 12.  T. DEKKER.

PATRIOTISM.

They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why.
Connecticut.  F-G.  HALLECK.

                          No factious voice
  Called them unto the field of generous fame,
  But the pure consecrated love of home;
  No deeper feeling sways us, when it wakes
  In all its greatness.
The Graves of the Patriots.  J.G.  PERCIVAL.

The worst of rebels never arm
To do their king and country harm,
But draw their swords to do them good,
As doctors use, by letting blood.
Hudibras.  S. BUTLER.

  Hail!  Independence, hail!  Heaven’s next best gift,
  To that of life and an immortal soul!
Liberty, Pt.  V. 
  J. THOMSON.

  The inextinguishable spark, which fires
  The soul of patriots.
Leonidas. 
  R. GLOVER.

  I do love
  My country’s good with a respect more tender,
  More holy and profound, than mine own life.
Coriolanus, Act iii. Sc. 3. 
  SHAKESPEARE.

  What pity is it
  That we can die but once to save our country!
Cato, Act iv. Sc. 4.  J. ADDISON.

PEACE.

  O Peace! thou source and soul of social life;
  Beneath whose calm inspiring influence
  Science his views enlarges, Art refines,
  And swelling Commerce opens all her ports.
Britannia.  J. THOMSON.

  Ay, but give me worship and quietness;
  I like it better than a dangerous honor.
King Henry VI., Pt.  III.  Act iv. Sc. 3.  SHAKESPEARE.

  This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,
  For freedom only deals the deadly blow: 
  Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade,
  For gentle peace in freedom’s hallowed shade.
Written in an Album.  J.Q.  ADAMS.

  To reap the harvest of perpetual peace,
  By this one bloody trial of sharp war.

King Richard III., Act v. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.

  Take away the sword;
  States can be saved without it.
Richelieu, Act ii. Sc. 2.  E. BULWER-LYTTON.

  A peace is of the nature of a conquest: 
  For then both parties nobly are subdued,
  And neither party loser.
King Henry IV., Pt.  II.  Act iv. Sc. 2.  SHAKESPEARE.