The martyrs shook the powers of darkness with the irresistible power of weakness.

Such joy ambition finds.

Anarchy is the sure consequence of tyranny; for no power that is not limited by laws can ever be protected by them.

The redundant locks, robustious to no purpose, clustering down--vast monument of strength.

The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.

The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

Nothing profits more than self-esteem, grounded on what is just and right.