Possess Your Soul With Patience.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

Long Pains, With Use Of Bearing, Are Half Eased.

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!