O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of

O Friend Unseen, Unborn, Unknown, Student Of Our Sweet English Tongue, I Never Indulge In Poetics - Unless I Am Down With Rheumatics.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

Ennius Was The Father Of Roman Poetry, Because He First Introduced Into Latin The Greek Manner And In Particular The Hexameter Metre.

One Man By Delaying Saved The State For Us.