The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The

The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon.

True Valor, On Virtue Founded Strong, Meets All Events Alike.

I Courted Fame But As A Spur To Brave And Honest Deeds; Who Despises Fame Will Soon Renounce The Virtues That Deserve It.

O Grant Me, Heaven, A Middle State, Neither Too Humble Nor Too Great; More Than Enough, For Nature's Ends, With Something Left To Treat My Friends.

Uncertainty! Fell Demon Of Our Fears! The Human Soul That Can Support Despair, Supports Not Thee.