Art Is Difficult, Transient Is Her Reward.

Fate Hath No Voice But The Heart's Impulse.

Arrow-swift The Present Sweepeth, And Motionless Forever Stands The Past.

Truth Is More Than A Dream And A Song.

He, That Noble Prize Possessing He That Boasts A Friend That's True, He Whom Woman's Love Is Blessing, Let Him Join The Chorus Too!

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.