Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now,

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.

I Would Rather Die On My Feet Than Live On My Knees.

Do Not Mistake For Wisdom That Opinion Which May Rise From A Sick Mind.