The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree
What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire.