You that woo the Voices—tell them "Old Experience is a fool"; Teach your flattered kings that only those who can not read can rule. - Alfred Tennyson

He makes no friends who never made a foe.

There rolls the deep where grew the tree.
O earth, what changes hast thou seen!
There where the long street roars, hath been
The stillness of the central sea.

The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt like mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

But in my spirit will I dwell,
And dream my dream, and hold it true;
For tho' my lips may breathe adieu,
I cannot think the thing farewell.

Authority forgets a dying king, Laid widow’d of the power in his eye That bow’d the will.