Will It, And Set To Work Briskly.

Against Stupidity The Very Gods Themselves Contend In Vain.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

The Lamp Of Genius Burns Quicker Than The Lamp Of Life.

Stern Is The Visage Of Necessity.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.