May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore,/ The parting word shall pass my lips no more!

Rome shall perish - write that word / In the blood that she has spilt.

Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made

Toll for the brave - / The brave! that are no more: / All sunk beneath the wave, / Fast by their native shore.

I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau - If birds confabulate or no

And it shall come to pass, when all these things are come upon thee, the blessing and the curse, which I have set before thee, and thou shalt call them to mind among all the nations, whither the LORD thy God hath driven thee, / And shalt return unto the LORD thy God, and shalt obey his voice according to all that I command thee this day, thou and thy children, with all thine heart, and with all thy soul; / That then the LORD thy God will turn thy captivity, and have compassion upon thee, and will return and gather thee from all the nations, whither the LORD thy God hath scattered thee.