The Rich Become Richer And The Poor

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

Folly, Thou Conquerest, And I Must Yield! Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain. Exalted Reason, Resplendent Daughter Of The Head Divine, Wise Foundress Of The System Of The World, Guide Of The Stars, Who Are Thou Then, If Thou, Bound To The Tail Of Folly's Uncurb'd Steed, Must, Vainly Shrieking, With The Drunken Crowd, Eyes Open, Plunge Down Headlong In The Abyss.

The Gentlest Man Cannot Live In Peace If It Does Not Please His Wicked Neighbor.

Only The Soldier Is A Free Man, Because He Can Look Death In The Face.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.