Prolonged endurance tames the bold.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.