Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Full Many A Glorious Morn I Have Seen Flatter The Mountain-tops With Sovereign Eye, Kissing With Golden Face The Meadows Green, Gilding Pale Streams With Heavenly Alchemy.

O Horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue Nor Heart Cannot Conceive Nor Name Thee!

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.