Forgetful Youth! But Know, The Power Above

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

Two Diverse Gates There Are Of Bodiless Dreams, These Of Sawn Ivory, And Those Of Horn. Such Dreams As Issue Where The Ivory Gleams Fly Without Fate, And Turn Our Hopes To Scorn. But Dreams Which Issue Through The Burnished Horn, What Man Soe'er Beholds Them On His Bed, These Work With Virtue And Of Truth Are Born.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.