I Hate It In Friends When They

It Is The Wise Man's Part To Leave In Darkness Everything That Is Ugly.

To The Worker, God Himself Lends Aid.

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.