Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

If One Must Be Rejected, One Succeed, Make Him My Lord Within Whose Faithful Breast Is Fixed My Image, And Who Loves Me Best.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

The Greater Part Performed Achieves The Less.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.