How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The

In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But Rare!

You Will Certainly Not Be Able To Take The Lead In All Things Yourself, For To One Man A God Has Given Deeds Of War, And To Another The Dance, To Another Lyre And Song, And In Another Wide-sounding Zeus Puts A Good Mind.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

I'm Satisfied. It's Straight,...but It's Just So Hot, And I'm Just So Fraustrated.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.