Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

A Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To See.

The Body Sprang At Once To The Height, And Stayed; But The Soul,-no!

The Only Fault's With Time; All Men Become Good Creatures: But So Slow!