One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

Shame On The Body For Breaking Down While The Spirit Perseveres.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!