It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

Virtue, which breaks through opposition and all temptation can remove, most shines, and most is acceptable above.

Who can in reason then or right assume monarchy over such as live by right his equals, if in power or splendor less, in freedom equal?

And what is faith, love, virtue unassayed Alone, without exterior help sustained?

Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north - wind's breath, And stars to set; but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!

Socrates... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men.

The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.