Nothing To Build, And All Things To

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.

Raw In The Fields The Rude Militia Swarms, Mouth Without Hands; Maintained At Vast Expense, In Peace A Charge, In War A Weak Defence.

For Mysterious Things Of Faith, Rely On The Proponent, Heaven's Authority.

Satire Among The Romans, But Not Among The Greeks, Was A Bitter Invective Poem.

For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of Your Devotion To Me.