Chapter 27 of 43 · 60 words · ~1 min read

XII.

"'Whom the gods love die young,' was said of yore, And many deaths do they escape by this: The death of friends, and that which slays even more-- The death of friendship, love, youth, all that is, Except mere breath; * * * * * * * Perhaps the early grave Which men weep over, may be meant to save.