And Write About It, Goddess, And About

Though Triumphs Were To Generals Only Due, Crowns Were Reserved To Grace The Soldiers Too.

A Generous Friendship No Cold Medium Knows, Burns With One Love, With One Resentment Glows.

Education Forms The Common Mind. Just As The Twig Is Bent, The Tree's Inclined.

But Thousands Die Without Or This Or That, Die, And Endow A College Or A Cat.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.