Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

Deed Done Is Well Begun.

Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The Sparks Have Set On Fire The Hearts Of All Men.

We Are But A Day In This World, And In That Day The Fashion Is Changed A Thousand Times: All Seek Liberty, Yet All Deprive Themselves Of It.

Three Sparks - Pride, Envy, And Avarice - Have Been Kindled In All Hearts.