Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

Old Men Are Children Once Again A Dream That Sways And Wavers Into The Hard Light Of Day.

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

Honor Modesty More Than Your Life.