Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We

All Flowers Will Droop In The Absence Of The Sun That Waked Their Sweets.

Men's Virtues I Have Commended As Freely As I Have Taxed Their Crimes.

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

Joy Rul'd The Day, And Love The Night.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!