By Time And Age Full Many Things

Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien, A Fugitive, And In Need.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

Don't You Know This, That Words Are Doctors To A Diseased Temperment?

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.