It Is The Wise Man's Part To

The Care Of God For Us Is A Great Thing, If A Man Believe It At Heart: It Plucks The Burden Of Sorrow From Him.

Soon All Of You Immortals Will Be As Dead As We Are! Come On Then, What Are You Waiting For? Have You Run Out Of Thunderbolts?

Down On Your Knees, And Thank Heaven, Fasting, For A Good Man's Love.

Talk Sense To A Fool And He Calls You Foolish.

All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes.