XXIX
And all the saints and sages who discussed
Of the two worlds so learnedly are thrust
Like foolish prophets forth
Their words to scorn are scattered
And their mouths are stopped with dust.

Ah, too true, Plutarch, but self-destructively bitter.
Instead be kind, and loving. and forgiving; for the sweet Bird of Time has but a short way to flutter...
- And LO! The Bird is on the wing.


LVI
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
Better be merry with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.