In Death A Hero, As In Life

Dear Fatal Name! Rest Ever Unreveal'd, Nor Pass These Lips In Holy Silence Seal'd. Hide It, My Heart, Within That Close Disguise, Where Mixed With Gods, His Lov'd Idea Lies: O Write It Not, My Hand - The Name Appears Already Written - Wash It Out, My Tears! In Vain Lost Eloisa Weeps And Prays, Her Heart Still Dictates, And Her Hand Obeyes.

A God Without Dominion, Providence, And Final Causes, Is Nothing Else But Fate And Nature.

Most Authors Steal Their Works, Or Buy.

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Go, Wiser Thou! And In Thy Scale Of Sense Weigh Thy Opinion Against Providence.