To Many A Youth And Many A

Thoughts That Voluntary Move Harmonious Numbers.

Freely They Stood Who Stood, And Fell Who Fell.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

You Can Make Hell Out Of Heaven And Heaven Out Of Hell. It's All In The Mind.

For The Air Of Youth, Hopeful And Cheerful, In Thy Blood Will Reign A Melancholy Damp Of Cold And Dry To Weigh Thy Spirits Down, And Last Consume The Balm Of Life.