Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Thus, While The Mute Creation Downward Bend Their Sight, And To Their Earthly Mother Ten, Man Looks Aloft; And With Erected Eyes Beholds His Own Hereditary Skies.

Thou Strong Seducer, Opportunity!

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

Be Slow To Resolve, But Quick In Performance.