No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For

Might She Have Loved Me? Just As Well She Might Have Hated, Who Can Tell!

That We Devote Ourselves To God, Is Seen In Living Just As Though No God There Were.

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

Believeth With The Life, The Pain Shall Stop.

Lost, Lost! One Moment Knelled The Woe Of Years.