All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

To Die Is Landing On Some Distant Shore.

Virgil And Horace [were] The Severest Writers Of The Severest Age.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

Be Slow To Resolve, But Quick In Performance.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.