Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.
And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
All empire is no more than power in trust.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.