PREFACE

To the vain to the narcissus old age is hell no lover a lovers woo to
tell face dry leather like which none does like like
Wilted leaves time lines on the face leaves beauties change the
passing of all things beauty oh if nothing changed an eternal
moment  an unbearable now no cry of wow
Oh that serene melancholy as beauties passes nothing lasts the
profundity mystery  of all  things sadness change the pathos for
things brings