Possess Your Soul With Patience.

With How Much Ease Believe We What We Wish!

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

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.