A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.