Night is the mother of Councels.

Night is the mother of Councels.

Take the goods the gods provide thee.

Take the goods the gods provide thee.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

The faults of our neighbours with freedom we blame,
But tax not ourselves, though we practise the same.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

Man's inhumanity to man
Makes countless thousands mourn!

Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.

Skill and confidence are an unconquered army.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.