Continued Work And Application Form My Soul's

I Have Taken Pride In Others, Never In Myself.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.

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