For fools rush in where angels fear to tread

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel.

Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it. [Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.