Silence 'tis Awe Decrees.

I Trust In Nature For The Stable Laws Of Beauty And Utility. Spring Shall Plant And Autumn Garner To The End Of Time.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

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

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

Still More Labyrinthine Buds The Rose.