The Whims Of Youth Break All The

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

If You Are One Of Earth’s Inhabitants, How Blest Your Father, And Your Gentle Mother, Blest All Your Kin. I Know What Happiness Must Send The Warm Tears To Their Eyes, Each Time They See Their Wondrous Child Go To The Dancing! But One Man’s Destiny Is More Than Blest—he Who Prevails, And Takes You As His Bride. Never Have I Laid Eyes On Equal Beauty In Man Or Woman. I Am Hushed Indeed.

Forget The Brother And Resume The Man.

Youth Is Quick In Feeling But Weak In Judgement.

Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods: They Say That We Devise Their Misery. But They Themselves- In Their Depravity- Design Grief Greater Than The Griefs That Fate Assigns.