An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay, And Who Can Rightly Die Needs No Delay.