Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And

I Will Remember What I Was, I Am Sick Of Rope And Chains - I Will Remember My Old Strength And All My Forest Affairs. I Will Not Sell My Back To Man For A Bundle Of Sugar Cane; I Will Go Out To My Own Kind, And The Wood-folk In Their Lairs. I Will Go Out Until The Day, Until The Morning Break - Out To The Wind's Untainted Kiss, The Water's Clean Caress; I Will Forget My Ankle-ring And Snap My Picket Stake. I Will Revisit My Lost Love And Playmates Masterless!

One Man In A Thousand, Solomon Says. Will Stick More Close Than A Brother. And It's Worth While Seeking Him Half Your Days If You Find Him Before The Other. ---the Thousandth Man

These Are The Four That Are Never Content: That Have Never Been Filled Since The Dew Began- Jacala's Mouth, And The Glut Of The Kite, And The Hands Of The Ape, And The Eyes Of Man.

I Wasted My Substance, I Know I Did, On Riotous Living, So I Did, But There's Nothing On Record To Show I Did More Than My Betters Have Done.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition