Good Even, Good Fair Moon, Good Even

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.

Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not Your Plowshare Too Deep Into New Land.

Whose Lenient Sorrows Find Relief, Whose Joys Are Chastened By Their Grief.

One Hour Of Life, Crowded To The Full With Glorious Action, And Filled With Noble Risks, Is Worth Whole Years Of Those Mean Observances Of Paltry Decorum, In Which Men Steal Through Existence, Like Sluggish Waters Through A Marsh, Without Either Honor Or Observation.

We Often Praise The Evening Clouds, And Tints So Gay And Bold, But Seldom Think Upon Our God, Who Tinged These Clouds With Gold.