Be not afraid of greatness.
With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Let each man do his best.
Were't not for laughing, I should pity him.
'Tis better to bear the ills we have than fly to others that we know not of.