That Truth Should Be Silent

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

Who Can Control His Fate?

Beauty Is But A Vain And Doubtful Good; A Shining Gloss That Fadeth Suddenly; A Flower That Dies When It Begins To Bud; A Doubtful Good, A Gloss, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour.