There Is No Solitude In

The History Of The World Is The World's Court Of Justice.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

Appearance Rules The World.

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.