But Who Guards The Guardians?

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

A Pauper Traveller Will Sing Before A Beggar.

The Wise Man Sets Bounds Even To His Innocent Desires.

Now We Suffer The Evils Of A Long Peace; Luxury More Cruel Than War Broods Over Us And Avenges A Conquered World.

One Has No Protecting Power Save Prudence. [lat., Nullum Numen Habes Si Sit Prudentia.]