Who, Noteless As The Race From Which

The Sun Never Sets On The Immense Empire Of Charles V.

Call It Not Vain: They Do Not Err Who Say That When The Poet Dies Mute Nature Mourns Her Worshipper, And Celebrates His Obsequies.

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

Blessed Be His Name, Who Hath Appointed The Quiet Night To Follow The Busy Day, And The Calm Sleep To Refresh The Wearied Limbs And To Compose The Troubled Spirit.

Discretion Is The Perfection Of Reason, And A Guide To Us In All The Duties Of Life.