Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight.

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger

The king never dies.