Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

While Europe's Eye Is Fix'd On Mighty Things, The Fate Of Empires And The Fall Of Kings; While Quacks Of State Must Each Produce His Plan, And Even Children Lisp The Rights Of Man; Amid This Mighty Fuss Just Let Me Mention, The Rights Of Woman Merit Some Attention.

When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put On A Desperate Face.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.