Who Apart From The Gods Is Without

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

When A Match Has Equal Partners Then I Fear Not.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.