Him That Yon Soars On

O Fairest Flower! No Sooner Blown But Blasted, Soft Silken Primrose Fading Timelessly.

For What Is Glory But The Blaze Of Fame?

The Superior Man Acquaints Himself With Many Sayings Of Antiquity And Many Deeds Of The Past, In Order To Strengthen His Character Thereby.

In Argument With Men A Woman Ever Goes By The Worse, Whatever Be Her Cause.

As In An Organ From One Blast Of Wind To Many A Row Of Pipes The Soundboard Breathes.