The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But

Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay. God Batters At Its Sails.

Mighty Is Geometry; Joined With Art, Resistless.

I Love The Old Way Best, The Simple Way Of Poison, Where We Too Are Strong As Men.

To An Old Father, Nothing Is More Sweet Than A Daughter. Boys Are More Spirited, But Their Ways Are Not So Tender.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.