The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And

That Is The Gods' Work, Spinning Threads Of Death Through The Lives Of Mortal Men, An All To Make A Song For Those To Come.

Urge Him With Truth To Frame His Fair Replies And Sure He Will For Wisdom Never Lies.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of That Ingenious Hero Who Travelled Far And Wide After He Had Sacked The Famous Town Of Troy.

A Young Man Is Embarrassed To Question An Older One.

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.