Base Wealth Preferring To Eternal Praise.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

The Outcome Of The War Is In Our Hands; The Outcome Of Words Is In The Council.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.