But Still The Block Of

Time In His Aging Overtakes All Things Alike.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.