My Love's A Noble Madness.

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.

Truth Is The Foundation Of All Knowledge And The Cement Of All Societies.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

Presence Of Mind And Courage In Distress, Are More Than Arrives To Procure Success?