The Will Of Man Is By His

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.