There Is A Limit To The Best

Number, The Most Excellent Of All Inventions.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Ares Gives His Verdict Without Witnesses.

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.