Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers;

His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

For Afterwards A Man Finds Pleasure In His Pains, When He Has Suffered Long And Wandered Long. So I Will Tell You What You Ask And Seek To Know.

I Guess Some People Never Change... Or, They Quickly Change And Then Quickly Change Back.