Cease, Man, To Mourn, To Weep, To

Indeed He Knows Not How To Know Who Knows Not Also How To Un-know.

Conquer Thyself, Till Thou Has Done This, Thou Art But A Slave; For It Is Almost As Well To Be Subjected To Another's Appetite As To Thine Own.

When Doctors Differ Who Decides Amid The Milliard-headed Throng?

How Melancholy A Thing Is Success. Whilst Failure Inspirits A Man, Attainment Reads The Sad Prosy Lesson That All Our Glories "are Shadows, Not Substantial Things." Truly Said The Sayer, "disappointment Is The Salt Of Life" A Salutary Bitter Which Strengthens The Mind For Fresh Exertion, And Gives A Double Value To The Prize.

Friends Of My Youth, A Last Adieu! Haply Some Day We Meet Again; Yet Ne'er The Self-same Men Shall Meet; The Years Shall Make Us Other Men.