...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

A True Knight Is Fuller Of Bravery In The Midst, Than In The Beginning Of Danger.

And Thou My Minde Aspire To Higher Things; Grow Rich In That Which Never Taketh Rust.

It Is The Nature Of The Strong Heart, That Like The Palm Tree It Strives Ever Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

Open Suspecting Of Others Comes Of Secretly Condemning Ourselves.