Revere thyself, and yet thyself despise
Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.
A friend is worth all hazards we can run.
We are not all great because we are inspired, but we feel great because we are.
On every thorn, delightful wisdom grows, In every rill a sweet instruction flows.
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.