As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be, My gentle guide, in following thee.
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier?
That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall pass away.
Time rolls his ceaseless course.