Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.

Like Leaves On Trees The Race Of Man Is Found,- Now Green In Youth, Now Withering On The Ground; Another Race The Following Spring Supplies: They Fall Successive, And Successive Rise.

The Best Things Beyond Their Measure Cloy.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.