Fame Is The Spur That The Clear

And The Jocund Rebecks Sound To Many A Youth, And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Checkered Shade. And Young And Old Come Forth To Play On A Sunshine Holiday.

The Best Apology Against False Accusers Is Silence.

Fate Shall Yield To Fickle Chance, And Chaos Judge The Strife.

Who Kills A Man Kills A Reasonable Creature, God's Image; But He Who Destroys A Good Book, Kills Reason Itself, Kills The Image Of God, As It Were, In The Eye.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.