Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And

They Are Never Alone That Are Accompanied With Noble Thoughts.

A Brave Captain Is As A Root, Out Of Which, As Branches, The Courage Of His Soldiers Doth Spring.

He Whom Passion Rules, Is Bent To Meet His Death.

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.

What Is Mine, Even To My Life, Is Hers I Love; But The Secret Of My Friend Is Not Mine!