Lords Are Lordliest In Their Wine.

Taste This, And Be Henceforth Among The Gods Thyself A Goddess.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

Bid Amaranthus All His Beauty Shed, And Daffodillies Fill Their Cups With Tears, To Strew The Laureate To Hearse When Lycid Lies.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

No Institution Which Does Not Continually Test Its Ideals, Techniques And Measure Of Accomplishment Can Claim Real Vitality.