Why Should I Deem Myself

A Beautiful Soul Has No Other Merit Than Its Own Existence.

Man Is Made Of Ordinary Things, And Habit Is His Nurse.

On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

It Would Be Necessary That They Should Be Already Sages To Love Wisdom...

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.