To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is

When Love Is In Excess, It Brings A Man No Honor, No Worthiness.

Zeus Hates Busybodies And Those Who Do Too Much.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

A Just Cause Needs No Interpreting. It Carries Its Own Case. But The Unjust Argument Since It Is Sick, Needs Clever Medicine.

A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave Man's Choice Is Danger.