If You Wish To Strive For Peace

I Do Not Know If She Was Virtuous, But She Was Ugly, And With A Woman That Is Half The Battle.

And Over The Pond Are Sailing Two Swans All White As Snow; Sweet Voices Mysteriously Wailing Pierce Through Me As Onward They Go. They Sail Along, And A Ringing Sweet Melody Rises On High; And When The Swans Begin Singing, They Presently Must Die.

The Violets Prattle And Titter, And Gaze On The Stars High Above.

Each Violet Peeps From Its Dwelling To Gaze At The Bright Stars Above.

I Bequeath All My Property To My Wife On The Condition That She Remarry Immediately. Then There Will Be At Least One Man To Regret My Death.