Each Person's Work Is Always A Portrait

If One Was To Think Constantly Of Death, The Business Of Life Would Stand Still

The Power Of Punishment Is To Silence, Not To Confute.

Sleep Undisturbed Within This Peaceful Shrine, Till Angels Wake Thee With A Note Like Thine.

His Death Eclipsed The Gayety Of Nations, And Impoverished The Public Stock Of Harmless Pleasure.

Was There Ever Yet Anything Written By Mere Man That Was Wished Longer By Its Readers, Excepting Don Quixote, Robinson Crusoe, And The Pilgrim's Progress?