Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.

Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

Time consecrates; and what is gray with age becomes religion.

Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!

Man is created free, and is free, even though born in chains.