All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

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

All Empire Is No More Than Power In Trust.

Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.