Those Whom Reason Hath Equalled, Force Hath

The Childhood Shows The Man, As Morning Shows The Day.

And Join With Thee Calm Peace And Quiet, Spare Fast, That Oft With Gods Doth Diet.

A Beardless Cynic Is The Shame Of Nature.

So Dear I Love Him, That With Him, All Deaths I Could Endure, Without Him, Live No Life.

See Golden Days, Fruitful Of Golden Deeds, With Joy And Love Triumphing.