The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

I Pray The Gods Will Give Me Some Relief And End This Weary Job. One Long Full Year I've Been Lying Here, On This Rooftop, The Palace Of The Sons Of Atreus, Resting On My Arms, Just Like A Dog. I've Come To Know The Night Sky, Every Star, The Powers We See Glittering In The Sky, Bringing Winter And Summer To Us All, As The Constellations Rise And Sink.

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