A Lively Faith Will Bear

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before Knowing All The Facts

Softly Sweet, In Lydian Measures, Soon He Sooth'd His Soul To Pleasures. War, He Sung, Is Toil And Trouble; Honour But An Empty Bubble; Never Ending, Still Beginning, Fighting Still, And Still Destroying. If All The World Be Worth The Winning, Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: Lovely Thais Sits Beside Thee, Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.