I Too Shall Lie In The Dust

And Overpowered By Memory Both Men Gave Way To Grief. Priam Wept Freely For Man - Killing Hector, Throbbing, Crouching Before Achilles' Feet As Achilles Wept Himself, Now For His Father, Now For Patroclus Once Again And Their Sobbing Rose And Fell Throughout The House.

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

Hunger Is Insolent, And Will Be Fed.