He That Climbs A Ladder Must Begin

Sleep The Sleep That Knows Not Breaking, Morn Of Toil, Nor Night Of Waking.

It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying, It 's Men's Lives.

Sensibility Is Nature's Celestial Spring.

Vengeance To God Alone Belongs; But, When I Think Of All My Wrongs My Blood Is Liquid Flame!

Teach You Children Poetry; It Opens The Mind, Lends Grace To Wisdom And Makes The Heroic Virtues Hereditary.