Well, well, the world must turn upon its axis, And all mankind turn with it, heads or tails, And live and die, make love and pay our taxes, And as the veering winds shift, shift our sails.

Egypt! from whose all dateless tombs arose Forgotten Pharaohs from their long repose, And shook within their pyramids to hear A new Cambyses thundering in their ear; While the dark shades of forty ages stood Like startled giants by Nile's famous flood.

Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.