Fate's Arrow, When Expected, Travels Slow.

Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here. [omnes Relinquite Spes, O Vos Intrantes]

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

In That Book Which Is My Memory, On The First Page Of The Chapter That Is The Day When I First Met You, Appear The Words, ‘here Begins A New Life’.

Here Let Dead Poetry Rise Once More To Life.

O Conscience, Upright And Stainless, How Bitter A Sting To Thee Is A Little Fault!