By Time And Toil We Sever What

Friendship Is The Shadow Of The Evening, Which Increases With The Setting Sun Of Life.

But Every One Has A Besetting Sin To Which He Returns.

How Wealthy The Gods Would Be If We Remembered The Promises We Made When We Were In Danger.

Such Gluttony Second To None Almost Ended Fatally When A Bone Choked A Wolf As He Gulped What He Ate

O Love, When Thou Gettest Dominion Over Us, We May Bid Good-by To Prudence.