It Is Wrong To Sorrow Without Ceasing.

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

Let Me Not Then Die Ingloriously And Without A Struggle, But Let Me First Do Some Great Thing That Shall Be Told Among Men Hereafter.

Down From His Brow She Ran His Curls Like Thick Hyacinth Clusters Full Of Blooms

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

Even The Bravest Cannot Fight Beyond His Power