Who Aspires Must Down As Low As

The Earth, Though In Comparison Of Heaven So Small, Nor Glistering, May Of Solid Good Contain More Plenty Than The Sun, That Barren Shines.

On The Tawny Sands And Shelves Trip The Pert Fairies And The Dapper Elves.

It Is Not Virtue, Wisdom, Valour, Wit, Strength, Comeliness Of Shape, Or Amplest Merit, That Woman's Love Can Win, Or Long Inherit; But What It Is, Hard Is To Say, Harder To Hit.

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

Confidence Imparts A Wonderful Inspiration To The Possessor.