Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From

Like The Generations Of Leaves, The Lives Of Mortal Men. Now The Wind Scatters The Old Leaves Across The Earth, Now The Living Timber Bursts With The New Buds And Spring Comes Round Again. And So With Men: As One Generation Comes To Life, Another Dies Away.

We All Scribble Poetry.

A Small Rock Holds Back A Great Wave.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.