For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our Life Is Dreaming, And The Dreams Themselves Are Dreams.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.

Speak No Evil Of Women; I Tell Thee The Meanest Of Them Deserves Respect; For Of Women Do We Not All Come?