This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase.

A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.

If thou art beautiful, and youth and thought endue thee with all truth-be strong;--be worthy of the grace of God.

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.