Boldness Is A Mask For Fear, However

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

My Right Eye Itches, Some Good Luck Is Near.

Him Of The Western Dome, Whose Weighty Sense Flows In Fit Words And Heavenly Eloquence.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.

Men Are But Children Of A Larger Growth.