Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight,

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

The Generation Of Mankind Is Like The Generation Of Leaves. The Wind Scatters The Leaves On The Ground, But The Living Tree Burgeons With Leaves Again In The Spring.

Oall The Creatures That Creep And Breathe On Earth, There Is None More Wretched Than Man.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.