Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

We Look For Good On Earth And Cannot Recognize It When Met.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

We Must Believe In The Gods No Longer If Injustice Is To Prevail Over Justice.

This Is True Liberty, When Free-born Men, Having To Advise The Public, May Speak Free.