Take You Me For A Sponge?

A Fool Thinks Himself To Be Wise, But A Wise Man Knows Himself To Be A Fool.

Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp Sustaining.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.