Young Men's Minds Are Always Changeable, But

Bear Patiently, My Heart, For You Have Suffered Heavier Things.

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

The Gods, Likening Themselves To All Kinds Of Strangers, Go In Various Disguises From City To City, Observing The Wrongdoing And The Righteousness Of Men.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

And They Die An Equal Death — The Idler And The Man Of Mighty Deeds.