Let Each Man Exercise The

Old Age Is Second Childhood.

First Listen, My Friend, And Then You May Shriek And Bluster.

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!

You Can't Have Anything Else To Say: You've Poured Out Every Drop Of What You Know.

[y]ou [man] Are Fool Enough, It Seems, To Dare To War With [woman=] Me, When For Your Faithful Ally You Might Win Me Easily.