Tis Fate That Flings The

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

War Is The Trade Of Kings.

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

Pride - Lord Of Human Kind