O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
For what is glory but the blaze of fame?
The childhood shows the man As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world.
In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.
God shall be all in all.
Courtesy which oft is found in lowly sheds, with smoky rafters, than in tapestry halls and courts of princes, where it first was named.