Youth Covets; Let Not This

Spring Flies, And With It All The Train It Leads; And Flowers, In Fading, Leave Us But Their Seeds.

Art Is The Right Hand Of Nature. The Latter Has Only Given Us Being, The Former Has Made Us Men.

Uncommon Men Require No Common Trust; Give Him But Scope And He Will Set The Bounds.

Votes Should Be Weighed Not Counted.

Eternity Gives Nothing Back Of What One Leaves Out Of The Minutes.