Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up.

Determine On Some Course More Than A Wild Exposure To Each Chance.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

Nor Stony Tower, Nor Walls Of Beaten Brass, Nor Airless Dungeon, Nor Strong Links Of Iron, Can Be Retentive To The Strength Of Spirit; But Life, Being Weary Of These Worldly Bars, Never Lacks Power To Dismiss Itself.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.