My Will Enkindled By Mine Eyes And

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

I Hate Ingratitude More In A Man Than Lying, Vainness, Babbling, Drunkenness, Or Any Taint Of Vice Whose Strong Corruption Inhabits Our Frail Blood".

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

You Must Confine Yourself Within The Modest Limits Of Order.

No Stony Bulwark Can Resist The Love, And Love Dares What Anyone Can Love.