Old Politicians Chew On Wisdom

Good God! How Often Are We To Die Before We Go Quite Off This Stage? In Every Friend We Lose A Part Of Ourselves, And The Best Part.

A Brain Of Feathers, And A Heart Of Lead.

Like Cato, Give His Little Senate Laws, And Sit Attentive To His Own Applause.

And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.

Who Know But He, Whose Hand The Lightning Forms, Who Heaves Old Ocean, And Who Wings The Storms, Pours Fierce Ambition In A Caesar's Mind.