CHAPITRE TREIZIÈME

What tragie tears bedew the ère I What deaths we suffer ère we die I Our broken friendships we déplore, And loves of youth that are no more.

Loua

Ail, ail on earth ig shad^v. , ail b^rond Is substance; the reverse is folly's creed. How solid ail, wh3re change shall be no morel Totjko's Nioht Thottqhti.