Even Victors Are By Victories Undone.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

The Unhappy Man, Who Once Has Trail'd A Pen, Lives Not To Please Himself, But Other Men; Is Always Drudging, Wastes His Life And Blood, Yet Only Eats And Drinks What You Think Good.

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast