For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

All Things That We Ordained Festival Turn From Their Office To Black Funeral-- Our Instruments To Melancholy Bells, Our Wedding Cheer To A Sad Burial Feast; Our Solemn Hymns To Sullen Dirges Change; Our Bridal Flowers Serve For A Buried Corse; And All Things Change Them To The Contrary.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.