Many Laws As Certainly Make Men Bad,

To My Ninth Decade I Have Totter'd On, And No Soft Arm Bends Now My Steps To Steady; She, Who Once Led Me Where She Would, Is Gone, So When He Calls Me, Death Shall Find Me Ready.

Kings Play At War Unfairly With Republics; They Can Only Lose Some Earth, And Some Creatures They Value As Little, While Republics Lose In Every Soldier A Part Of Themselves.

The Present, Like A Note In Music, Is Nothing But As It Appertains To What Is Past And What Is To Come.

Where Power Is Absent We May Find The Robe Of Genius, But We Miss The Throne.

Fame, They Tell You, Is Air; But Without Air There Is No Life For Any; Without Fame There Is None For The Best.