A Pauper Traveller Will Sing

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

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

There Is No Reliance To Be Placed On Appearance.

Dedicate One's Life To Truth.

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.