In The Society, Where People Are Just

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.

He, That Noble Prize Possessing He That Boasts A Friend That's True, He Whom Woman's Love Is Blessing, Let Him Join The Chorus Too!

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Deep Meaning Lies Often In Childish Play.