The power that keeps cities of men together Is noble preservation of law.

How sweet to remember the trouble that is past.

Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.

Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.

To an old father, nothing is more sweet than a daughter. Boys are more spirited, but their ways are not so tender.

Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.