A Man In Armor Is His Armor's

I Know What I Want And What I Might Gain, And Yet, How Profitless To Know.

Talent Should Minister To Genius.

The Sea Heaves Up, Hangs Loaded O'er The Land, Breaks There, And Buries Its Tumultuous Strength.

Best Be Yourself, Imperial, Plain, And True.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!