Awake, My Little Ones, And

This Clay, So Strong Of Heart, Of Sense So Fine,surely Such Clay Is More Than Half Divine--'tis Only Fools Speak Evil Of The Clay,the Very Stars Are Made Of Clay Like Mine.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

Awake, My Little Ones, And Fill The Cup Before Life's Liquor In Its Cup Be Dry.

To Friends And Eke To Foes True Kindness Show; No Kindly Heart Unkindly Deeds Will Do; Harshness Will Alienate A Bosom Friend. And Kindness Reconcile A Deadly Foe.

He Who Has One Enemy Shall Meet Him Everywhere.