A Boy Without Mischief Is Like A

I'm In A Place Where I Don't Know Where I Am!

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

Two Friends, Two Bodies With One Soul Inspired.

To Labour Is The Lot Of Man Below; And When Jove Gave Us Life, He Gave Us Woe.

A Generation Of Men Is Like A Generation Of Leaves; The Wind Scatters Some Leaves Upon The Ground, While Others The Burgeoning Wood Brings Forth - And The Season Of Spring Comes On. So Of Men One Generation Springs Forth And Another Ceases.