Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

I Have Been At My Book; And Am Now Past The Craggy Paths Of Study, And Come To The Flowery Plains Of Honour And Reputation

Whom The Disease Of Talking Still Once Posses-seth, He Can Never Hold His Peace.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Good Men Are The Stars, The Planets Of The Ages Wherein They Live, And Illustrate The Times.

To Struggle When Hope Is Banished! To Live When Life's Salt Is Gone! To Dwell In A Dream That's Vanished- To Endure, And Go Calmly On!