The Hungry Sheep Look Up,

Let None Admire That Riches Grow In Hell; That Soil May Best Deserve The Precious Bane.

We Shall Sooner Have The Fowl By Hatching The Egg Than By Smashing It. Abraham Lincoln, White House Speech 11 April 1865. Or Arm Th' Obdured Breast With Stubborn Patience As With Triple Steel.

I Will Point Ye Out The Right Path Of A Virtuous And Noble Education; Laborious Indeed At First Ascent, But Else So Smooth, So Green, So Full Of Goodly Prospect, And Melodious Sounds On Every Side, That The Harp Of Orpheus Was Not More Charming.

Lifted Up So High I Disdained Subjection, And Thought One Step Higher Would Set Me Highest.

Herbs, And Other Country Messes, Which The Neat-handed Phillis Dresses.