This Is Servitude, To Serve

Forget Thyself To Marble.

Good Luck Befriend Thee, Son; For At Thy Birth The Fairy Ladies Danced Upon The Hearth.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The Starry Rubric Set.

Beauty Stands In The Admiration Only Of Weak Minds Led Captive.