He Who Would Search For Pearls Must

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Pride - Lord Of Human Kind

While I Am Compassed Round With Mirth, My Soul Lies Hid In Shades Of Grief, Whence, Like The Bird Of Night, With Half-shut Eyes, She Peeps, And Sickens At The Sight Of Day.

Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

He Made All Countries Where He Came His Own.