The Ways Of The Gods Are Long,

Wealth Stays With Us A Little Moment If At All: Only Our Characters Are Steadfast, Not Our Gold.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

To Have Found You Is A Dear Happiness; And To Be Apollo's Son Is Beyond All My Hopes; But There Is Something I Want To Say To You Alone. Come; This Is A Private Matter Between Us Two - Anything You Tell Me Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.