Man Who Man Would Be, Must Rule

Strange Thoughts Beget Strange Deeds.

Man Is Of Soul And Body, Formed For Deeds Of High Resolve; On Fancy's Boldest Wing.

Poetry Is A Mirror Which Makes Beautiful That Which Is Distorted.

The Wise Want Love; And Those Who Love Want Wisdom.

Age Cannot Love Destroy, But Perfidy Can Blast The Flower, Even When In Most Unwary Hour It Blooms In Fancy's Bower. Age Cannot Love Destroy, But Perfidy Can Rend The Shrine In Which Its Vermeil Splendours Shine.