We Live Not To Ourselves, Our Work

Tis Light Translateth Night; 'tis Inspiration Expounds Experience; 'tis The West Explains The East; 'tis Time Unfolds Eternity.

Surely The Stars Are Images Of Love.

For As Nightingales Do Upon Glow-worms Feed, So Poets Live Upon The Living Light.

Lowliness Is The Base Of Every Virtue, And He Who Goes The Lowest Builds The Safest.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.