The Weak In Courage Is Strong In

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

Thy Friendship Oft Has Made My Heart To Ache: Do Be My Enemy For Friendship's Sake.

Rome & Greece Swept Art Into Their Maw & Destroy'd It; A Warlike State Never Can Produce Art. It Will Rob & Plunder & Accumulate Into One Place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, But Not Make.

The Child's Toys And The Old Man's Reasons Are The Fruits Of Two Seasons.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.