They Think Too Little Who Talk Too

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

The Wretched Have No Friends.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.