Whether Your Time Calls You To Live

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.

Honor, Thou Strong Idol Of Man's Mind.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory, Not The Prey.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.