Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

Nature's Lay Idiot, I Taught Thee To Love.

The Psalms Foretell What I, What Any Shall Do And Suffer And Say.

Who Knows His Virtues Name Or Place, Hath None.

All Mankind Is Of One Author, And Is One Volume; When One Man Dies, One Chapter Is Not Torn Out Of The Book, But Translated Into A Better Language; And Every Chapter Must Be So Translated....as Therefore The Bell That Rings To A Sermon, Calls Not Upon The Preacher Only, But Upon The Congregation To Come: So This Bell Calls Us All....no Man Is An Island, Entire Of Itself...any Man's Death Diminishes Me, Because I Am Involved In Mankind; And Therefore Never Send To Know For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee.