Action, So To Speak, Is The Genius

Whistling Aloud To Bear His Courage Up.

Of Joys Departed, Not To Return, How Painful The Remembrance

Its Visits, Like Those Of Angels, Short, And Far Between.

But If There Be An Hereafter,and That There Is, Conscience, Uninfluenc'dand Suffer'd To Speak Out, Tells Every Man,then Must It Be An Awful Thing To Die;more Horrid Yet To Die By One's Own Hand.

The Best-concerted Schemes Men Lay For Fame, Die Fast Away: Only Themselves Die Faster. The Far-fam'd Sculptor, And The Laurell'd Bard, Those Bold Insurancers Of Deathless Fame, Supply Their Little Feeble Aids In Vain.