Canada? Why Would I Want To Leave

Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

The Sun Rose On The Flawless Brimming Sea Into A Sky All Brazen-all One Brightening For Gods Immortal And For Mortal Men On Plowlands Kind With Grain.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

It Is Not Good To Have A Rule Of Many.