To Die Is Landing On Some Distant

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

The People Have A Right Supreme To Make Their Kings, For Kings Are Made For Them. All Empire Is No More Than Pow'r In Trust, Which When Resum'd, Can Be No Longer Just. Successionm For The General Good Design'd, In Its Own Wrong A Nation Cannot Bind.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.