We Must Bear What Heaven Sends.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

Foster The Beautiful, And Every Hour Thou Tallest New Flowers To Birth.

It Is Easy To Give Advice From A Port Of Safety.

The Iron Chain And The Silken Cord Are Both Equally Bonds.

No, No! I Do Nature Injustice. She Gave Us Inventive Faculty, And Set Us Naked, And Helpless On The Shore Of This Great Ocean,--the World; Swim Those Who Can, The Heavy May Go To The Bottom.