The Life Of Men Is

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.

Our Lives ... Are But A Little While, So Let Them Run As Sweetly As You Can, And Give No Thought To Grief From Day To Day. For Time Is Not Concerned To Keep Our Hopes, But Hurries On Its Business, And Is Gone.

Arm Yourself, My Heart: The Thing That You Must Do Is Fearful, Yet Inevitable.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.