Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And

Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And Most Sublime Poems Which Either This Age Or Nation Has Produced.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

Resolved To Ruin Or To Rule The State.

Love Taught Him Shame, And Shame With Love At Strife Soon Taught The Sweet Civilities Of Life.