In The Hands Of Vicious Men, A

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.

Mankind Led On By Gods Err All Too Easily.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

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.

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?