A Little More Than Kin, And Less

To-morrow, And To-morrow, And To-morrow, Creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day, To The Last Syllable Of Recorded Time; And All Our Yesterdays Have Lighted Fools The Way To Dusty Death. Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow, A Poor Player, That Struts And Frets His Hour Upon The Stage, And Then Is Heard No More. It Is A Tale Told By An Idiot, Full Of Sound And Fury, Signifying Nothing.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.