Men Of Most Renowned Virtue Have Sometimes

What Call Thou Solitude? Is Not The Earth With Various Living Creatures, And The Air Replenished, And All These At Thy Command To Come And Play Before Thee?

Hail Universal Lord, Be Bounteous Still To Give Us Only Good; And If The Night Have Gathered Aught Of Evil Or Concealed, Disperse It, As Now Light Dispels The Dark.

There Are No Songs Comparable To The Songs Of Zion, No Orations Equal To Those Of The Prophets, And No Politics Like Those Which The Scriptures Teach.

Nothing Profits More Than Self-esteem, Grounded On What Is Just And Right.

Smiles From Reason Flow, To Brute Deny'd, And Are Of Love The Food.