Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

To Have A Great Man For An Intimate Friend Seems Pleasant To Those Who Have Never Tried It; Those Who Have, Fear It.

Now From The Smooth Deep Ocean-stream The Sun Began To Climb The Heavens, And With New Rays Smote The Surrounding Fields.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.