I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
Man is made of ordinary things, and habit is his nurse.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
Man is created free, and is free, even though born in chains.
Obedience decks the Christian most.
He, that noble prize possessing He that boasts a friend that's true, He whom woman's love is blessing, Let him join the chorus too!