And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good

One Rogue Leads Another.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.

One Who Contends With Immortals Lives A Very Short Life.

Some Things You Will Think Of Yourself,...some Things God Will Put Into Your Mind

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.