Be Warm, Be Pure, Be Amorous, But

Lord Of Himself; That Heritage Of Woe!

As Winds Come Whispering Lightly From The West, Kissing, Not Ruffling, The Blue Deep's Serene.

Who Falls From All He Knows Of Bliss, Cares Little Into What Abyss.

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.

All Tragedies Are Finished By A Death, All Comedies Are Ended By A Marriage.