The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The

Untwisting All The Chains That Tie The Hidden Soul Of Harmony.

Sweet Intercourse Of Looks And Smiles; For Smiles From Reason Flow.

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

Where All Life Dies Death Lives.

Education Of Youth Is Not A Bow For Every Man To Shoot In That Counts Himself A Teacher; But Will Require Sinews Almost Equal To Those Which Homer Gave To Ulysses.