To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

She Spoke And Loosened From Her Bosom The Embroidered Girdle Of Many Colors Into Which All Her Allurements Were Fashioned. In It Was Love And Int Desire Which Steals The Mind Even Of The Wise.

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.