A Rare Spoil For A Man Is

Courage May Be Taught As A Child Us Taught To Speak.

Worse Than A True Evil Is It To Bear The Burden Of Faults That Are Not Truly Yours.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

Love Distills Desire Upon The Eyes, Love Brings Bewitching Grace Into The Heart.