Hatred Is The Madness Of The Heart.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

Fair Greece! Sad Relic Of Departed Worth! Immortal, Though No More! Though Fallen, Great!

I Doubt Sometimes Whether A Quiet And Unagitated Life Would Have Suited Me - Yet I Sometimes Long For It.

No Ear Can Hear Nor Tongue Can Tell The Tortures Of The Inward Hell!

So The Struck Eagle, Stretch'd Upon The Plain, No More Through Rolling Clouds To Soar Again, View'd His Own Feather On The Fatal Dart, And Wing'd The Shaft That Quiver'd In His Heart.