Ink Is The Blood Of The Printing-press.

Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss, Brooks Not The Works Of Violence And War.

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

In Naked Beauty More Adorn'd, More Lovely Than Pandora.

Live While Ye May, Yet Happy Pair.

But O Yet More Miserable! Myself My Sepulchre, A Moving Grave.