Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want

Even The Old Should Learn.

The Words Of Truth Are Simple.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.