So Vast Is Art, So Narrow Human

Still When The Lust Of Tyrant Power Succeeds, Some Athens Perishes, Or Some Tully Bleeds.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Party-spirit At Best Is But The Madness Of Many For The Gain Of A Few.

Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.