What E'er Thou Art, Act

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.

Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The Glorious Gold.

Men From Children Nothing Differ.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.