A Sound Mind In A Manly Body.

Dreams Are Sent By God.

The Son Of Saturn Gave The Nod With His Dark Brows. The Ambrosial Curls Upon The Sovereign One's Immortal Head Were Shaken, And With Them The Mighty Mount, Olympus Trembled.

Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

The Melancholy Joys Of Evils Pass'd, For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.