What millions died that Caesar might be great!

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.