Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

See Christians, Jews, One Heavy Sabbath Keep, And All The Western World Believe And Sleep.

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

The Soul, Uneasy And Confin'd From Home, Rests And Expatiates In A Life To Come.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.