Grace was in all her steps, Heav'n in her Eye, In every gesture dignity and love

And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

Our love grows soft if it is not strengthened by truth, and our truth grows hard if it is not softened by love.

For contemplation he and valour formed; / For softness she and sweet attractive grace, / He for God only, she for God in him: / His fair large front and eye sublime declared / Absolute rule.

So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.

No tragedian ever trod the stage, nor gladiator ever entered the Roman Forum, with more grace and manly dignity, than did Four Bears as he arrived for his sitting.