Nothing Can Be Born Of Nothing; Nothing

Is Any Man Free Except The One Who Can Pass His Life As He Pleases?

But When To-morrow Comes, Yesterday's Morrow Will Have Been Already Spent: And Lo! A Fresh Morrow Will Be For Ever Making Away With Our Years, Each Just Beyond Our Grasp.

He Conquers Who Endures.

O Natal Star, Thou Producest Twins Of Widely Different Character. [lat., Geminos, Horoscope, Varo Producis Genio.]

Confined To Common Life Thy Numbers Flow, And Neither Soar Too High Nor Sink Too Low; There Strength And Ease In Graceful Union Meet, Though Polished, Subtle, And Though Poignant, Sweet; Yet Powerful To Abash The From Of Crime And Crimson Error's Cheek With Sportive Rhyme. [lat., Verba Togae Sequeris, Junctura Callidus Acri, Ore Teres Modico, Pallentes Radere Mores Doctus, Et Ingenuo Culpam Defigere Ludo.]