Intellect--brain Force.

Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

I Am Called The Richest Monarch In The Christian World; The Sun In My Dominion Never Sets.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!