Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.

Experience Is The Only Prophecy Of Wise Men.

What Mortal Is There, Over Whose First Joys And Happiness Does Not Break Some Storm, Dispelling With Its Icy Breath His Fanciful Illusions, And Shattering His Altar?

Poets And Heroes Are Of The Same Race, The Latter Do What The Former Conceive.

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.

Modesty And Dew Love The Shade.