Come What May, I Have Been Blest.

He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind, Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below.

There Are Four Questions Of Value In Life, Don Octavio. What Is Sacred? Of What Is The Spirit Made? What Is Worth Living For And What Is Worth Dying For? The Answer To Each Is The Same. Only Love.

On The Ear Drops The Light Drip Of The Suspended Oar.

Exhausting Thought, And Hiving Wisdom With Each Studious Year.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.