In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight,

Life Is Not To Be Bought With Heaps Of Gold; Not All Apollo's Pythian Treasures Hold, Or Troy Once Held, In Peace And Pride Of Sway, Can Bribe The Poor Possession Of The Day.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

And Empty Words Are Evil.

Pray, For All Men Need The Aid Of The Gods.