One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I
contemplate my treasures in their hoard.

The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I
contemplate my treasures in their hoard.

Still rolls and to all time shall roll the tumbling flood.

Still rolls and to all time shall roll the tumbling flood.

'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

'Tis not the fight that crowns us, but the end.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

Then let me quaff the foamy tide,
And through the dance meandering glide.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

For a morning raine leave not your journey.

For a morning raine leave not your journey.

A man in power, once becoming obnoxious, his acts, good or bad,
will work out his ruin.

A man in power, once becoming obnoxious, his acts, good or bad,
will work out his ruin.