Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than

Merit Challenges Envy.

Roused By The Lash Of His Own Stubborn Tail Our Lion Now Will Foreign Foes Assail.

I Trade Both With The Living And The Dead, For The Enrichment Of Our Native Language.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.

Government Itself At Length Must Fall To Nature's State, Where All Have Right To All.