Age Must Give Way To Youth, No

The Lazy Manage To Keep Up With The Earth's Rotation Just As Well As The Industrious.

Narcissus Weeps To Find That His Image Does Not Return His Love.

Lovers Remain In The Dark, Working Hard To Keep Out Daylight.

The Sage Belongs To The Same Obsolete Repertory As The Virtuous Maiden And The Enlightened Monarch.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.