[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind,

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.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

Light Is The Task Where Many Share The Toil.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

There Will Be Killing Till The Score Is Paid.