It Is The Wise Man's Part To

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

To Have Found You Is A Dear Happiness; And To Be Apollo's Son Is Beyond All My Hopes; But There Is Something I Want To Say To You Alone. Come; This Is A Private Matter Between Us Two - Anything You Tell Me Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Pray The Gods Do Not Envy Your Happiness!

If God Is Truly God, He Is Perfect, Lacking Nothing.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.