Praise They That Will Times

What Though The Sea Be Calm? Trust To The Shore, Ships Have Been Drown'd, Where Late They Danc'd Before.

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

Attempt The End And Never Stand To Doubt; Nothing's So Hard, But Search Will Find It Out.