Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.

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

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

The Time Will Come When Every Change Shall Cease, This Quick Revolving Wheel Shall Rest In Peace: No Summer Then Shall Glow, Not Winter Freeze; Nothing Shall Be To Come, And Nothing Past, But An Eternal Now Shall Ever Last.