Chapter 27 No.27

Sooner or later all things come to an end, including wars and histories,-a God's mercy!-and even the lives of such lucky men as I. All things, did I say? Well, what wonder, for am I not writing of youth and far delights with a hand trembling of infirmity? All things save one, I meant to say, and that is love, the immortal vine, with its root in the