'twas But My Tongue, 'twas

Happy The Man Who From The Sea Escapes The Storm And Finds Harbor.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

It's The Wise Man Who Stays Home When He's Drunk.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.