A Small Drop Of Ink Makes Thousands,

My Beautiful, My Own My Only Venice-this Is Breath! Thy Breeze Thine Adrian Sea-breeze, How It Fans My Face! Thy Very Winds Feel Native To My Veins, And Cool Them Into Calmness!

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Are Not The Mountains, Waves, And Skies As Much A Part Of Me, As I Of Them?

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.