Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.

Home is the sacred refuge of our life.

Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.

Interest makes all seem reason that leads to it.

For danger levels man and brute And all are fellows in their need.

No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.

Be secret and discreet; the fairy favors are lost when not concealed.