Between Cowardice And Despair, Valour Is Gendred.

Poor Intricated Soul! Riddling, Perplexed, Labyrinthical Soul!

True And False Fears Let Us Refrain, Let Us Love Nobly, And Live, And Add Again Years And Years Unto Years, Till We Attain To Write Threescore ; This Is The Second Of Our Reign.

Art Is The Most Passionate Orgy Within Man's Grasp.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

From Rest And Sleep, Which But Thy Pictures Be, Much Pleasure, Then From Thee Much More, Must Flow, And Soonest Our Best Men With Thee Do Go, Rest Of Their Bones, And Soul's Delivery.