What Conscience Dictates To Be

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.

On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail. Reasons The Card, But Passion The Gale.

Oh, Sons Of Earth! Attempt Ye Still To Rise. By Mountains Pil'd On Mountains To The Skies? Heav'n Still With Laughter The Vain Toil Surveys, And Buries Madmen In The Heaps They Raise.

Histories Are More Full Of Examples Of The Fidelity Of Dogs Than Of Friends.

Placed On This Isthmus Of A Middle State, A Being Darkly Wise And Rudely Great... He Hangs Between; In Doubt To Act Or Rest; In Doubt To Deem Himself A God, Or Beast; In Doubt His Mind Or Body To Prefer; Born To Die, And Reasoning But To Err.