Call No Man Happy Till He Is

Ye Waves That O'er Th' Interminable Ocean Wreathe Your Crisped Smiles.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.