I Don't Know How Much Longer I

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?

Goddess-nurse Of The Young, Give Ear To My Prayer, And Grant That This Woman May Reject The Love-embraces Of Youth And Dote On Grey-haired Old Men Whose Powers Are Dulled, But Whose Hearts Still Desire.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

A Glorious Death Is His, Who For His Country Falls.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.