Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
He made all countries where he came his own.
You see through love, and that deludes your sight, As what is straight seems crooked through the water.
Dead men tell no tales.
If passion rules, how weak does reason prove!
War is the trade of kings.