Youth Holds No Society With

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

Do Not Consider Painful What Is Good For You.

Who Then Will Dare To Say I'm Weak Or Timid? No, They'll Say I'm Loyal As A Friend, Ruthless As A Foe, So Much Like A Hero Destined For Glory.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay. God Batters At Its Sails.