As Long As The Fates Permit, Live

Contentions Fierce, Ardent, And Dire, Spring From No Petty Cause.

For Love Is Heaven And Heaven Is Love.

Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor Mouths, Pray Heaven We Be Not Scant Of Meat Or Mirth.

When Thinking About Companions Gone, We Feel Ourselves Doubly Alone.

As Long As The Fates Permit, Live Cheerfully.