Hushed as midnight silence.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
Politicians neither love nor hate.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
All empire is no more than power in trust.
I'm a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I'll rise and fight again.