Meat Eaten Without Either Mirth Or Music

Spur Not An Unbroken Horse; Put Not Your Plowshare Too Deep Into New Land.

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?

Come Forth, Old Man,--thy Daughter's Side Is Now The Fitting Place For Thee: When Time Has Quell'd The Oak's Bold Pride, The Youthful Tendril Yet May Hide, The Ruins Of The Parent Tree.

I Cannot Tell How The Truth May Be; I Say The Tale As It Was Said To Me.

The Will To Do, The Soul To Dare..