Maxioms by John Quincy Adams
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity!
Where annual elections end where slavery begins.
Where annual elections end where slavery begins.
"Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long,"
'Tis not with me exactly so;
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"Man wants but little here below
Nor wants that little long,"
'Tis not with me exactly so;
But 'tis so in the song.
My wants are many, and, if told,
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long for more.
You won't realize the distance you've walked until you take a look around and realize how far you've been.
You won't realize the distance you've walked until you take a look around and realize how far you've been.
Where annual elections end, there slavery begins.
Where annual elections end, there slavery begins.
