Sweet Mercy Is Nobility's True Badge.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

Then Will I Raise Aloft The Milk-white Rose. For Whose Sweet Smell The Air Shall Be Perfumed.

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.