In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried

How! Leap Into The Pit Our Life To Save? To Save Our Life Leap All Into The Grave.

O Winter, Ruler Of The Inverted Year!

The Only Amarantine Flower On Earth Is Virtue.

A Noisy Man Is Always In The Right.

But War's A Game, Which, Were Their Subjects Wise, Kings Should Not Play At. Nations Would Do Well To Extort Their Truncheons From The Puny Hands Of Heroes, Whose Infirm And Baby Minds Are Gratified With Mischief, And Who Spoil, Because Men Suffer It, Their Toy The World.