The World Is Young: The Former Great

Health, South Wind, Books, Old Trees, A Boat, A Friend.

Life Loiters At The Book's First Page,-- Ah! Could We Turn The Leaf.

But I Shall Hear Without Pain, That I Play The Courtier Very Ill, And Talk Of That Which I Do Not Well Understand.

Where Is He Who Seeing A Thousand Men Useless And Unhappy, And Making The Whole Region Forlorn By Their Inaction, And Conscious Himself Of Possessing The Faculty They Want, Does Not Hear His Call To Go And Be Their King?

Life Is Short But There Is Always Time For Courtesy.