The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

And Nothing Can We Call Our Own But Death And That Small Model Of The Barren Earth Which Serves As Paste And Cover To Our Bones. For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.