When Two Souls Compose A Single Song,

A Wretched Child Is He Who Does Not Return His Parents' Care.

Why Do We Make So Much Of Knowledge, Struggle So Hard To Get Some Little Skill Not Worth The Effort?

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Life Is Short; This Being So, Who Would Pursue Great Things And Not Bear With What Is At Hand? These Are The Ways Of Madmen And Men Of Evil Counsel, At Least In My Judgment.

Better A Serpent Than A Stepmother!