Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements, these piercing fires As soft as now severe, our temper changed Into their temper.

What is dark within me, illumine.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

Apt words have power to suage the tumors of a troubled mind.