Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

None Would Live Past Years Again, Yet All Hope Pleasure In What Yet Remain; And, From The Dregs Of Life, Think To Receive, What The First Sprightly Running Could Not Give.

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.