Aid The Dawning, Tongue And Pen; Aid

Men Of Thought And Men Of Action, Clear The Way!

If Happy I And Wretched He, Perhaps The King Would Change With Me.

Nations, Like Individuals, Cannot Become Desperate Gamblers With Impunity. Punishment Is Sure To Overtake Them Sooner Or Later.

Every Age Has Its Peculiar Folly: Some Scheme, Project, Or Fantasy Into Which It Plunges, Spurred On By The Love Of Gain, The Necessity Of Excitement, Or The Force Of Imitation.

Tell Me, Ye Wingèd Winds That Round My Pathway Roar, Know Ye Not Some Spot Where Mortals Weep No More?