Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

She Sent Him A Warm And Gentle Wind, And Lord Odysseus Was Happy As He Set His Sails To Catch The Breeze. He Sat Beside The Steering Oar And Used His Skill To Steer The Raft.

True Friends Appear Less Moved Than Counterfeit.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.