Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That

While Life Is In Your Body, You Have The Rein Of All Thoughts In Your Hands.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

I Have Friends Whose Society Is Delightful To Me; They Are Persons Of All Countries And Of All Ages; Distinguished In War, In Council, And In Letters; Easy To Live With, Always At My Command.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

It Is Better To Will The Good Than To Know The Truth.