The Storm Is Master. Man, As A

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

Alas! When Duty Grows Thy Law, Enjoyment Fades Away.

Honor Women! They Entwine And Weave Heavenly Roses In Our Earthly Life.

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.

It Is Not The Mere Station Of Life That Stamps The Value On Us, But The Manner In Which We Act Our Part.