Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

The Fear's As Bad As Falling.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.