We are facing extreme volatility.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
As an actor, I've always said, half the audience is going to love you, half is going to hate you so just live with it. It's easier that way.
No siren did ever so charm the ear of the listener as the listening ear has charmed the soul of the siren.