Success Is Man's God.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying Rites, And I Know Where Speech Is Proper And Where Silence.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.