Time Conquers All, And We Must Time

How Index-learning Turns No Student Pale, Yet Holds The Eel Of Science By The Tail!

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Ask For What End The Heavenly Bodies Shine, Earth For Whose Use? Pride Answers, 'tis For Mine For Me Kind Nature Wakes Her Genial Power, Suckles Each Herb, And Spreads Out Every Flower.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well? To Bear Too Tender Or Too Firm A Heart, To Act A Lover's Or A Roman's Part? Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky For Those Who Greatly Think, Or Bravely Die?