A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

Alas!... What Is It, Valiant Knight, Save An Offering Of Sacrifice To A Demon Of Vain Glory, And A Passing Through The Fire Of Moloch? What Remains To You As A Prize Of All The Blood You Have Spilled, Of All The Travail And Pain You Have Endured, Of All The Tears Which Your Deeds Have Caused, When Death Hath Broken The Strong Man's Spear, And Overtaken The Speed Of His War-horse?

Like The Dew On The Mountain, Like The Foam On The River, Like The Bubble On The Fountain, Thou Art Gone, And For Ever!

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.