Sing Away Sorrow, Cast Away Care.

Don Quixote Followed Nature, And Being Satisfied With His First Sleep, Did Not Solicit More. As For Sancho, He Never Wanted A Second, For The First Lasted Him From Night To Morning, Indicating A Sound Body And A Mind Free From Care; But His Master, Being Unable To Sleep Himself Awakened Him, Saying, "i Am Amazed, Sancho, At The Torpor Of Thy Soul; It Seems As If Thou Wert Made Of Marble Or Brass, Insensible Of Emotion Or Sentiment!

That One Man Scorned And Covered With Scars Still Strove With His Last Ounce Of Courage To Reach The Unreachable Star.

Every One In His Own House And God In All Of Them.

Our Greatest Foes, And Whom We Must Chiefly Combat, Are Within.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.