Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The

Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

Railing In Other Men May Be A Crime, But Ought To Pass For Mere Instinct In Him: Instinct He Follows And No Further Knows, For To Write Verse With Him Is To Transprose.

Better One Suffer Than A Nation Grieve.

He Who Trusts A Secret To His Servant Makes His Own Man His Master.

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.