The Tides Are In Our Veins.

The Heads Of Strong Old Age Are Beautiful Beyond All Grace Of Youth.

If Millions Are Born Millions Must Die.

Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.

Pleasure Is The Carrot Dangled To Lead The Ass To Market; Or The Precipice.

You Making Haste On Decay: Not Blameworthy; Life Is Good, Be It Stubbornly Long Or Suddenly A Mortal Splendor: Meteors Are Not Needed Less Than Mountains: Shine, Perishing Republic.