The Freedom Of Poetic License.

Let Each Man Have According To His Deserts.

Longing Not So Much To Change Things As To Overturn Them.

I Do Not Wish To Die: But I Care Not If I Were Dead. [lat., Emori Nolo: Sed Me Esse Mortuum Nihil Aestimo.]

The Celestial Order And The Beauty Of The Universe Compel Me To Admit That There Is Some Excellent And Eternal Being, Who Deserves The Respect And Homage Of Men

Should This My Firm Persuasion Of The Soul's Immortality Prove To Be A Mere Delusion, It Is At Least A Pleasing Delusion, And I Will Cherish It To My Last Breath.