The Childhood Shows The Man, As Morning

Fame Is No Plant That Grows On Mortal Soil.

O Visions Ill Foreseen! Better Had I Liv'd Ignorant Of Future, So Had Borne My Part Of Evil Only.

Enflamed With The Study Of Learning And The Admiration Of Virtue; Stirred Up With High Hopes Of Living To Be Brave Men And Worthy Patriots, Dear To God, And Famous To All Ages.

For No Falsehood Can Endure Touch Of Celestial Temper.

Faithful Found Among The Faithless.