As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words,

Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

The Commendation Of Adversaries Is The Greatest Triumph Of A Writer, Because It Never Comes Unless Extorted.

Time And Death Shall Depart And Say In Flying Love Has Found Out A Way To Live, By Dying.