Swift Was The Race, But Short The

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

The True Amphitryon Is The Amphitryon Where We Dine.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.