Merit Challenges Envy.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

Courage From Hearts And Not From Numbers Grows.

A Satirical Poet Is The Check Of The Laymen On Bad Priests.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.