Desire Of Greatness Is A

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

Tomorrow Do Thy Worst, For I Have Lived Today: Be Fair Or Foul Or Rain Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed In Spite Of Fate Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.