For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.
Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Let us go forth and resolutely dare with sweat of brow to toil our little day.
By labor and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
On the tawny sands and shelves trip the pert fairies and the dapper elves.