Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Aspire, break bounds. Endeavor to be good, and better still, best.
Measure your mind's height by the shade it casts.
All June I bound the rose in sheaves, Now, rose by rose, I strip the leaves.
There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.