We Do That In Our

Fair Play Is A Jewel.

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.

No Scene Of Mortal Life But Teems With Mortal Woe.

Is Death The Last Sleep? No, It Is The Last And Final Awakening.

The Lover's Pleasure, Like That Of The Hunter, Is In The Chase, And The Brightest Beauty Loses Half Its Merit, As The Flower Its Perfume, When The Willing Hand Can Reach It Too Easily. There Must Be Doubt; There Must Be Difficulty And Danger.