How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing Why, They Also Hate Without Much Foundation.

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Therefore I Tell My Sorrows To The Stones; Who, Though They Cannot Answer My Distress, Yet In Some Sort They Are Better Than The Tribunes, For That They Will Not Intercept My Tale: When I Do Weep, They Humbly At My Feet Receive My Tears And Seem To Weep With Me; And, Were They But Attired In Grave Weeds, Rome Could Afford No Tribune Like To These.