For They Can Conquer Who Believe They

He Is A Perpetual Fountain Of Good Sense.

Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock Which I May Call Almost Inexhaustible, Of Figurative, Elegant, And Sounding Words.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.