Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

The Drying Up A Single Tear Has More, Of Honest Fame, Than Shedding Seas Of Gore.

Though I Love My Country, I Do Not Love My Countrymen.

And I Would Hear Yet Once Before I Perish The Voice Which Was My Music... Speak To Me!

Most Glorious Night! Thou Wert Not Sent For Slumber!