Often A Retrospect Delights The Mind.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark.

Come, Follow Me, And Leave The World To Its Babblings.

Thy Soul Is By Vile Fear Assailed, Which Oft So Overcasts A Man, That He Recoils From Noblest Resolution, Like A Beast At Some False Semblance In The Twilight Gloom.

Be Like A Solid Tower Whose Brave Height Remains Unmoved By All The Winds That Blow; The Man Who Lets His Thoughts Be Turned Aside By One Thing Or Another, Will Lose Sight Of His True Goal, His Mind Sapped Of Its Strength.

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.