Fiat justitia et ruant coeli. Let justice be done, though the heavens may fall. See Ferdinand I 320:1.
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.
And though circuitous and obscureThe feet of Nemesis how sure!
Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.
A dreamer of the common dreams, A fisher in familiar streams, He chased the transitory gleams That all pursue; But on his lips the eternal themes Again were new.
The thirst to know and understand a large and liberal discontent.