The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

It Is Not Strength, But Art, Obtains The Prize, And To Be Swift Is Less Than To Be Wise.

Out Of Sight,out Of Mind

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.