Self-defense Is Nature's Eldest Law.

Rhyme Is The Rock On Which Thou Art To Wreck.

Heroic Poetry Has Ever Been Esteemed The Greatest Work Of Human Nature.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Softly Sweet, In Lydian Measures, Soon He Sooth'd His Soul To Pleasures. War, He Sung, Is Toil And Trouble; Honour But An Empty Bubble; Never Ending, Still Beginning, Fighting Still, And Still Destroying. If All The World Be Worth The Winning, Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: Lovely Thais Sits Beside Thee, Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Beauty Is Nothing Else But A Just Accord And Mutual Harmony Of The Members, Animated By A Healthful Constitution.