The Doings Of Men, Their Prayers, Fear,

But Who Guards The Guardians?

Many Suffer From The Incurable Disease Of Writing, And It Becomes Chronic In Their Sick Minds.

The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And Narrow Life Flies Fast Away. While We Are Calling For Flowers And Wine And Women, Old Age Is Upon Us.

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.

Led On By Impulse, And Blind And Ungovernable Desires.