Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

He Cannot Complain Of A Hard Sentence, Who Is Made Master Of His Own Fate.

Joy Is The Mainspring In The Whole Of Endless Nature's Calm Rotation. Joy Moves The Dazzling Wheels That Roll In The Great Time-piece Of Creation.

Truth Is More Than A Dream And A Song.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.