Possess Your Soul With Patience.

Thoughts Cannot Form Themselves In Words So Horrid As Can Express My Guilt.

Genius Must Be Born, It Can't Be Taught.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

When The Sun Sets, Shadows, That Shew'd At Noon But Small, Appear Most Long And Terrible; So, When We Think Fate Hovers O'er Our Heads, Our Apprehensions Shoot Beyond All Bounds, Owls, Ravens, Crickets Seem The Watch Of Death, Nature's Worst Vermine Scare Her God-like Sons. Ecchoes The Very Leavings Of A Voice, Grow Babling Ghosts, And Call Us To Our Graves: Each Mole-hill Thought Swells To A Huge Olympus, While We Fantastick Dreamers Heave And Puff, And Sweat With An Imagination's Weight.

Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her Lie! Now She's At Rest, And So Am I.