Fairy Damsels Met In Forest

Boast Not Of What Thou Would'st Have Done, But Do.

What Neat Repast Shall Feast Us, Light And Choice, Of Attic Taste?

Capricious, Wanton, Bold, And Brutal Lust Is Meanly Selfish; When Resisted, Cruel; And, Like The Blast Of Pestilential Winds, Taints The Sweet Bloom Of Nature's Fairest Forms.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

No Institution Which Does Not Continually Test Its Ideals, Techniques And Measure Of Accomplishment Can Claim Real Vitality.