Fools That Will Laugh On Earth, Most

Our Swords Shall Play The Orators For Us.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

Where Both Deliberate, The Love Is Slight: Who Ever Lov'd, That Lov'd Not At First Sight?

All Live To Die, And Rise To Fall.

All Places Are Alike, And Every Earth Is Fit For Burial.