Why, You Could Wake Up

Good Things Don't End In -eum; They End In -mania Or -teria.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.

Why Have You Come To Me Here, Dear Heart, With All These Instructions? I Promise You I Will Do Everything Just As You Ask. But Come Closer. Let Us Give In To Grief, However Briefly, In Each Other's Arms.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.