A Noble Heart Will Always Capitulate To

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

O'er Ocean, With A Thousand Masts, Sails Forth The Stripling Bold- One Boat, Hard Rescued From The Deep, Draws Into Port The Old!

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

Whoever Fails To Turn Aside The Ills Of Life By Prudent Forethought, Must Submit To Fulfill The Course Of Destiny.