Aries In His Many Fits Knows No

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.