A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark. >>
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a l >>
For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act? >>
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home. >>
Death never takes the wise man by surprise, he is always ready to go. >>
But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay. >>
These have not the hope to die.