No, let the monarch's bags and others holdThe flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.
Home is the sacred refuge of our life.
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.
Lying rides upon debt's back.
Living on the street as a kid changed the way I looked at everything. It was a different time and while it had its dangers, it was nothing like it would be today. It was the Summer of Love and there was a real sense of community among us. We were hippies who looked out for each other instead of trying to rip each other off. We only had to watch out for the police who liked to roust us just on general principles, and the kids who came in from the suburbs to do a little hippie-bashing.
Leadership is about empowering others to achieve things they did not think possible.
You must all, somewhere deep in your hearts, believe that you have a special beauty that is like no other and that is so valuable that you must not abandon it. Indeed, you must learn to cherish it.