I Came Like Water, And Like Wind

When I Want To Understand What Is Happening Today Or Try To Decide What Will Happen Tomorrow, I Look Back.

Fools, Your Reward Is Neither Here Nor There.

But Helpless Pieces Of The Game He Plays Upon This Checker-board Of Nights And Days; Hither And Thither Moves, And Checks, And Slays, And One By One Back In The Closet Lays.

Better Be Jocund With The Fruitful Grape Than Sadden After None, Or Bitter, Fruit.

By Fate Full Many A Heart Has Been Undone, And Many A Sprightly Rose Made Woe-begone; Plume Thee Not On Thy Lusty Youth And Strength: Full Many A Bud Is Blasted Ere Its Bloom.