Noblest Minds Are Easiest Bent.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

One Who Journeying Along A Way He Knows Not, Having Crossed A Place Of Drear Extent, Before Him Sees A River Rushing Swiftly Toward The Deep, And All Its Tossing Current White With Foam, And Stops And Turns, And Measures Back His Way.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.