Thus Arm In Arm With Thee I

To The Fool-king Belongs The World.

The Storm Is Master. Man, As A Ball, Is Tossed Twixt Winds And Billows.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

He Who Considers Too Much Will Perform Little.

The Dream Is Short, Repentance Long.