No Violent Extreme Endures.

Labor, Wide As The Earth, Has Its Summit In Heaven.

Nothing That Was Worthy In The Past Departs; No Truth Or Goodness Realized By Man Ever Dies, Or Can Die.

Scarcely Two Hundred Years Back Can Fame Recollect Articulately At All; And There She But Maunders And Mumbles.

Oh, Give Us The Man Who Sings At His Work.

Science Must Have Originated In The Feeling That Something Was Wrong.