And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Tax Not So Bad A Voice To Slander Music Any More Than Once.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.