None Wise Dares Hopeless Venture.

To The Worker, God Himself Lends Aid.

The Meanest Life Is Better Than The Most Glorious Death.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.