Abandon Hope, All Ye Who

Beauty Awakens The Soul To Act.

The Customs And Fashions Of Men Change Like Leaves On The Bough, Some Of Which Go And Others Come.

There, Pride, Avarice, And Envy Are The Tongues Men Know And Heed, A Babel Of Depsair

In Judgement Be Ye Not Too Confident, Even As A Man Who Will Appraise His Corn When Standing In A Field, Ere It Is Ripe.

Consider The Sea's Listless Chime: Time's Self It Is, Made Audible.