True Love Is The Ripe Fruit Of

He, Who Can Create, Abhors Destruction.

Ah! Let Us Love, My Love, For Time Is Heartless, Be Happy While You May!

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

Barbarism Recommences By The Excess Of Civilization.