So Much I Feel My Genial Spirits

None But Such As Are Good Men Can Give Good Things, And That Which Is Not Good, Is Not Delicious To A Well-govern'd And Wise Appetite.

No Mighty Trance, Or Breathed Spell Inspires The Pale-eyed Priest From The Prophetic Cell.

Chaos Umpire Sits And By Decision More Embroils The Fray By Which He Reigns: Next Him High Arbiter Chance Governs All.

Athens, The Eye Of Greece, Mother Of Arts And Eloquence.

Never Can True Reconcilement Grow Where Wounds Of Deadly Hate Have Pierced So Deep.