Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own

She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Shows Best.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.

Fight Valiantly To-day; And Yet I Do Thee Wrong To Mind Thee Of It, For Thou Art Framed Of The Firm Truth Of Valor.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.