Wisdom And Goodness To The

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

Thus Weary Of The World, Away She Hies, And Yokes Her Silver Doves; By Whose Swift Aid Their Mistress Mounted Through The Empty Skies In Her Light Chariot Quickly Is Convey'd; Holding Their Course To Paphos, Where Their Queen Means To Immure Herself And Not Be Seen.

What Man Dare, I Dare. Approach Thou Like The Rugged Russian Bear, The Armed Rhinoceros, Or Th' Hyrcan Tiger; Take Any Shape But That, And My Firm Nerves Shall Never Tremble.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.