Joy, In Nature's Wide Dominion, Mightiest Cause

We, We Live! Ours Are The Hours, And The Living Have Their Claims.

Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce You.

When The Wine Goes In, Strange Things Come Out.

Ever Building, Building To The Clouds, Still Building Higher, And Never Reflecting That The Poor Narrow Basis Cannot Sustain The Giddy Tottering Column.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.