Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment, And Then Have We A Prescription To Die When Death Is Our Physician.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.