I Never Indulge In Rhyme

He Hath Freedom Whoso Beareth A Clean And Constant Heart Within.

No One Regards What Is Before His Feet; We All Gaze At The Stars.

A True Friend Is Distinguished In The Crisis Of Hazard And Necessity; When The Gallantry Of His Aid May Show The Worth Of His Soul And The Loyalty Of His Heart.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

The Wise Man Is Wise In Vain Who Cannot Be Wise To His Own Advantage. [lat., Nequicquam Sapere Sapientem, Qui Ipse Sibi Prodesse Non Quiret.]