All Things Are Subject To Decay And

Interest Makes All Seem Reason That Leads To It.

Whatever Is, Is In Its Causes Just.

New Vows To Plight, And Plighted Vows To Break.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

Men Met Each Other With Erected Look, The Steps Were Higher That They Took; Friends To Congratulate Their Friends Made Haste, And Long Inveterate Foes Saluted As They Pass'd.