Travelers must be content.
The hideous god of war.
Welcome ever smiles, and farewell goes out sighing.
The weight of this sad time we must obey, Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most: we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
What's gone, and what's past help, Should be past grief.
Falsehood falsehood cures