We Need To Suffer, That We May

To Be Rude Is As Good As Being Clever.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

To This Hour, The Great Science And Duty Of Politics Is Lowered By The Petty Leaven Of Small And Personal Advantage.

My Tears Are Buried In My Heart, Like Cave-locked Fountains Sleeping.

No Hour Arrives So Soon As The One We Dread.