Shame On The Body For Breaking Down

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

If The Faults Of Men In Orders Are Only To Be Judged Among Themselves, They Are All In Some Sort Parties; For, Since They Say The Honour Of Their Order Is Concerned In Every Member Of It, How Can We Be Sure That They Will Be Impartial Judges?

Light Sufferings Give Us Leisure To Complain.