Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our

All Life Is A Dream, And All Dreams Are Dreams.

All Just Laws Condemn Cruelty.

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

All Must Yield To The Weight Of Years; Conquest Is Not Difficult For Time.