Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows

Remember That Thy Heart Will Shed Its Pleasures As Thine Eye Its Tears, And Both Leave Loathsome Furrows.

What Are Ye Orbs? The Words Of God? The Scriptures Of The Skies?

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

The Course Of Nature Seems A Course Of Death, And Nothingness The Whole Substantial Thing.