The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary

Affliction Is The Wholesome Soil Of Virtue, Where Patience, Honor, Sweet Humility, And Calm Fortitude, Take Root And Strongly Flourish.

The Wailing Owl Screams Solitary To The Mournful Moon.

True Valor, On Virtue Founded Strong, Meets All Events Alike.

O Grant Me, Heaven, A Middle State, Neither Too Humble Nor Too Great; More Than Enough, For Nature's Ends, With Something Left To Treat My Friends.

I Courted Fame But As A Spur To Brave And Honest Deeds; Who Despises Fame Will Soon Renounce The Virtues That Deserve It.