Time Is The Subtle Thief Of Youth.

The Sun To Me Is Dark And Silent As The Moon, When She Deserts The Night Hid In Her Vacant Interlunar Cave.

Prudence Is The Virtue By Which We Discern What Is Proper To Do Under Various Circumstances In Time And Place.

Apostate, Still Thou Err'st, Nor End Wilt Find Offering, From The Paths Of Truth Remote.

And Live Like Nature's Bastards, Not Her Sons.

Let No Man Seek Henceforth To Be Foretold That Shall Befall Him Or His Children.