The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Thou shalt not steal. I mean defensively. On offense, indeed thou shall steal and thou must.

The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Forever singing, as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.

Young men soon give and soon forget affronts; Old age is slow in both.

Thou shalt not ration justice.

Thou shalt not give birth reluctantly.