Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed. [lat., Nam Scelus Intra Se Tacitum Qui Cogitat Ullum, Facti Crimen Habet.]

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

What Day Is So Festal It Fails To Reveal Some Theft?

To Have Slaved So Many Years For Nothing!