...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore

It Depends On Education--that Holder Of The Keys Which The Almighty Hath Put Into Our Hands--to Open The Gates Which Lead To Virtue Or To Vice, To Happiness Or Misery.

Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice Than Death To True Courage.

Fortify Courage With The True Rampart Of Patience.

Take Thou Of Me, Sweet Pillowes, Sweetest Bed; A Chamber Deafe Of Noise, And Blind Of Light, A Rosie Garland And A Weary Hed.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.