Could time be reversed, and the future change places with the past, the past would cry out against us, and our future, full as loudly, as we against the ages foregone.

All the Ages are his children, calling each other names.
"Hark ye, sovereign-kings! cheer not on the yelping pack too furiously: Hunters have been torn by their hounds.

Be advised; wash your hands.

Hold aloof.

Oro has poured out an ocean for an everlasting barrier between you and the worst folly which other republics have perpetrated.