Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

Our Very Hopes Belied Our Fears, Our Fears Our Hopes Belied; We Thought Her Dying When She Slept, And Sleeping When She Died.

There Is Not A String Attuned To Mirth But Has Its Chord Of Melancholy.