I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
Will it, and set to work briskly.
What's old collapses, times change, And new life blossoms in the ruins.
That which is so universal as death must be a benefit.
It is at the approach of extreme danger when a hollow puppet can accomplish nothing, that power falls into the mighty hands of nature, of the spirit giant-born, who listens only to himself, and knows nothing of compacts.
A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.