All Objects Lose By Too Familiar A

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Beware The Fury Of A Patient Man.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

He Made All Countries Where He Came His Own.