Ill Fares The State Where

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

We Men Are Wretched Things.

Always To Be Best, And Distinguished Above The Rest.

I'm A White Male, Age 18 To 49. Everyone Listens To Me, No Matter How Dumb My Suggestions Are.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.