Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.