Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away.

Till Taught By Pain, Men Know Not Water's Worth.

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.

Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And Water! Ye Happy Mixture Of More Happy Days!

Life Is Too Short For Chess.