They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect

Fear To Do Base, Unworthy Things Is Valor; If They Be One To Us, To Suffer Them Is Valor Too.

In The Hope To Meet Shortly Again, And Make Our Absence Sweet.

Memory, Of All The Powers Of The Mind, Is The Most Delicate And Frail.

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

The Poet Is The Nearest Borderer Upon The Orator.