Hard Are The Ways Of

With A Smile That Glow'd Celestial Rosy Red, Love's Proper Hue.

Midnight Brought On The Dusky Hour Friendliest To Sleep And Silence.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

Let Us Go Forth And Resolutely Dare With Sweat Of Brow To Toil Our Little Day.