Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

Men Grow Tired Of Sleep, Love, Singing And Dancing Sooner Than Of War.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

For Never, Never, Wicked Man Was Wise.

Aries In His Many Fits Knows No Favorites.