The only fit reply to a fit request is silence and the fact.
A mighty flame followeth a tiny spark.
A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.
And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault!
Those ancients who in poetry presented the golden age, who sang its happy state, perhaps, in their Parnassus, dreamt this place. Here, mankind's root was innocent; and here were every fruit and never-ending spring; these streams--the nectar of which poets sing.