'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.