Never Was It Given To Mortal Man

To Swear Is Neither Brave, Polite, Nor Wise.

Is Pride, The Never-failing Vice Of Fools.

Our Business In The Field Of Fight, Is Not To Question, But To Prove Our Might.

In Pride, In Reas'ning Pride, Our Error Lies; All Quit Their Sphere And Rush Into The Skies. Pride Still Is Aiming At The Bless'd Abodes, Men Would Be Angels, Angels Would Be Gods.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.