't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

Without A Sign, His Sword The Brave Man Draws, And Asks No Omen, But His Country's Cause.