My Hair Is Grey, But

Bologna Is Celebrated For Producing Popes, Painters, And Sausage.

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

Prolonged Endurance Tames The Bold.

Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf; The Flowers And Fruits Of Love Are Gone; The Worm, The Canker, And The Grief, Are Mine Alone!