The Hungry Sheep Look Up, And Are

Capricious, Wanton, Bold, And Brutal Lust Is Meanly Selfish; When Resisted, Cruel; And, Like The Blast Of Pestilential Winds, Taints The Sweet Bloom Of Nature's Fairest Forms.

Come And Trip It As Ye Go On The Light Fantastic Toe.

He Who Freely Magnifies What Hath Been Nobly Done, And Fears Not To Declares As Freely What Might Be Done Better, Gives Ye The Best Covenant Of His Fidelity.

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.