Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

They Sent Forth Men To Battle, But No Such Men Return; And Home, To Claim Their Welcome, Come Ashes In An Urn

To Learn Is To Be Young, However Old.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.