I Would Have Preferred To Have Been

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

And Men Go About To Wonder At The Heights Of The Mountains, And The Mighty Waves Of The Sea, And The Wide Sweep Of Rivers, And The Circuit Of The Ocean, And The Revolution Of The Stars, But Themselves They Consider Not.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

For Virtue Only Finds Eternal Fame.