I Am Reading Jonson's Verses To The

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

Our Souls Sit Close And Silently Within, And Their Own Web From Their Own Entrails Spin; And When Eyes Meet Far Off, Our Sense Is Such, That, Spider-like, We Feel The Tenderest Touch.

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

Humility And Resignation Are Our Prime Virtues.