Come, pensive nun, devout and pure, sober steadfast, and demure, all i >>
He that has light within his own clear breast may sit in the center, a >>
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. >>
Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will p >>
'Tis a dainty thing to command, though 'twere but a flock of sheep. >>
To be a leader, you have to make people want to follow you, and nobody >>
A crown, golden in show is but a wreath of thorns.