God Never Made His Work For Man

Of All The Tyrannies On Human Kind The Worst Is That Which Persecutes The Mind.

A Fiery Soul, Which Working Out Its Way, Fretted The Pygmy-body To Decay: And O'er-informed The Tenement Of Clay. A Daring Pilot In Extremity; Pleased With The Danger, When The Waves Went High He Sought The Storms...

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.