Prolonged Endurance Tames The Bold.

Christians Have Burnt Each Other, Quite Persuaded. That All The Apostles Would Have Done As They Did.

So Bright The Tear In Beauty's Eye, Love Half Regrets To Kiss It Dry.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.

The Devil Hath Not, In All His Quiver's Choice, An Arrow For The Heart Like A Sweet Voice.

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.