Look Back, And Smile On Perils Past.

Love, To Her Ear, Was But A Name, Combin'd With Vanity And Shame; Her Hopes, Her Fears, Her Joys, Were All Bounded Within The Cloister Wall.

Teach You Children Poetry; It Opens The Mind, Lends Grace To Wisdom And Makes The Heroic Virtues Hereditary.

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

Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And A Guide To Us In All The Duties Of Life.