You Saw His Weakness, And He Will

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

Wouldst Thou Wisely, And With Pleasure, Pass The Days Of Life's Short Measure, From The Slow One Counsel Take, But A Tool Of Him Ne'er Make; Ne'er As Friend The Swift One Know, Nor The Constant One As Foe.

As Inclination Changes, Thus Ebbs And Flows The Unstable Tide Of Public Judgment.

Historians Are Prophets With Their Face Turned Backward.

Truth Is More Than A Dream And A Song.