Old Man! 'tis Not Difficult To Die.

Alas! How Deeply Painful Is All Payment!

Her Great Merit Is Finding Out Mine; There Is Nothing So Amiable As Discernment.

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

Marriage, From Love, Like Vinegar From Wine-- A Sad, Sour Sober Beverage--by Time Is Sharpened From Its High Celestial Flavor Down To A Very Homely Household Savor.

Retirement Accords With The Tone Of My Mind; I Will Not Descend To A World I Despise.