This Is To Be Along; This, This

And Gentle Winds And Waters Near, Make Music To The Lonely Ear.

Let Us Have Wine And Women, Mirth And Laughter, Sermons And Soda Water The Day After.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

He Who Grown Aged In This World Of Woe, In Deeds, Not Years, Piercing The Depths Of Life, So That No Wonder Waits Him.

'tis Very Certain The Desire Of Life Prolongs It.