Ambition Is Not What Man Does... But

Let's Contend No More, Love, Strive Nor Weep: All Be As Before Love, - Only Sleep.

In Heaven I Yearn For Knowledge, Account All Else Inanity; On Earth I Confess An Itch For The Praise Of Fools - That's Vanity

Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

When Pain Ends, Gain Ends Too.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.