The Man Does Better Who Runs From

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

It Is Equally Wrong To Speed A Guest Who Does Not Want To Go, And To Keep One Back Who Is Eager. You Ought To Make Welcome The Present Guest, And Send Forth The One Who Wishes To Go.

But Sure The Eye Of Time Beholds No Name, So Blest As Thine In All The Rolls Of Fame.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.