Curb Your Talent Lest It

Love Kindled By Virtue Always Kindles Another, Provided That Its Flame Appear Outwardly.

Those Ancients Who In Poetry Presented The Golden Age, Who Sang Its Happy State, Perhaps, In Their Parnassus, Dreamt This Place. Here, Mankind's Root Was Innocent; And Here Were Every Fruit And Never-ending Spring; These Streams--the Nectar Of Which Poets Sing.

Still Desiring, We Live Without Hope.

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

The Greatest Gift That God In His Bounty Made In Creation, And The Most Conformable To His Goodness, And That Which He Prizes The Most, Was The Freedom Of Will, With Which The Creatures With Intelligence, They All And They Alone, Were And Are Endowed.