Every Man Was Not Born With A

A Knowledge Of Thyself Will Preserve Thee From Vanity.

Tis Ill Talking Of Halters In The House Of A Man That Was Hanged.

The Phoenix Hope, Can Wing Her Way Through The Desert Skies, And Still Defying Fortune's Spite; Revive From Ashes And Rise.

For Me Alone Don Quixote Was Born And I For Him. His Was The Power Of Action, Mine Of Writing.

That Which Costs Little Is Less Valued.