We Have Seen Better Days.

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.