Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

The Peerless Cup Afloat Of The Lake-lily Is An Urn Some Nymph Swims Bearing High Above Her Head.

Look Not Down But Up!

Therefore I Summon Age / To Grant Youth's Heritage.

Aspire, Break Bounds. Endeavor To Be Good, And Better Still, Best.