How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.

A Very Scurvy Fellow.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.