Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Shame Is No Comrade For The Poor, I Weet.

...like That Star Of The Waning Summer Who Beyond All Stars Rises Bathed In The Ocean Stream To Glitter In Brilliance.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.