God Never Made His Work For Man

And Nobler Is A Limited Command, Given By The Love Of All Your Native Land, Than A Successive Title, Long And Dark, Drawn From The Mouldy Rolls Of Noah's Ark.

Having Mourned Your Sin, For Outward Eden Lost, Find Paradise Within.

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

Merit Challenges Envy.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.