The Siren Waits Thee, Singing Song For

The Happiest Of Pillows Is Not That Which Love First Presses! It Is That Which Death Has Frowned On And Passed Over.

Kings Play At War Unfairly With Republics; They Can Only Lose Some Earth, And Some Creatures They Value As Little, While Republics Lose In Every Soldier A Part Of Themselves.

The Present, Like A Note In Music, Is Nothing But As It Appertains To What Is Past And What Is To Come.

The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And Is Slow To Think Any An Excess.

The Happy Never Say, And Never Hear Said, Farewell.