Give Up All Hope Of Peace So

Of What Avail Are Pedigrees?

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

One Gets A Cross For His Crime, The Other A Crown.

Rarely Do We Meet In One Combined, A Beauteous Body And A Virtuous Mind.

Who'd Bear To Hear The Gracchi Chide Sedition?