Authority Is Never Without Hate.

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.

Danger Gleams Like Sunshine To A Brave Man's Eyes.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

Those Whose Cause Is Just Will Never Lack Good Arguments.