I Live An Idle Burden To The

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.