Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar,

He That Follows The Advice Of Reason Has A Mind That Is Elevated Above The Reach Of Injury; That Sits Above The Clouds, In A Calm And Quiet Ether, And With A Brave Indifferency Hears The Rolling Thunders Grumble And Burst Under His Feet.

Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music Is Ill Of Digestion.

Caution Comes Too Late When We Are In The Midst Of Evils.

War Is The Only Game In Which Both Sides Lose.

On His Bold Visage Middle Age Had Slightly Press'd Its Signet Sage, Yet Had Not Quench'd The Open Truth And Fiery Vehemence Of Youth: Forward And Frolic Glee Was There, The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare.