What Joy Is Better Than The News

Rejoice That Man Is Hurled, From Change To Change Unceasingly, His Soul's Wings Never Furled!

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.

Grow Old With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be.

Boot, Saddle, To Horse, And Away!