War Is The Trade Of Kings.

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

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.