Virgil, Above All Poets, Had A Stock

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.

Order Is The Greatest Grace.