Remuneration! O! That's The Latin

Like A Red Morn That Ever Yet Betokened, Wreck To The Seaman, Tempest To The Field, Sorrow To The Shepherds, Woe Unto The Birds, Gusts And Foul Flaws To Herdmen And To Herds.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.