I Tasted Life.

In This Short Life That Only Lasts Ah Hour How Much-how Little-is Within Our Power.

So Proud She Was To Die It Made Us All Ashamed That What We Cherished, So Unknown To Her Desire Seemed. So Satisfied To Go Where None Of Us Should Be, Immediately, That Anguish Stooped Almost To Jealousy.

It Is Better To Be The Hammer Than The Anvil.

Nature, Like Us Is Sometimes Caught Without Her Diadem.

How Frugal Is The Chariot That Bears A Human Soul.