Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our

It Is Better To Will The Good Than To Know The Truth.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

The Aged Love What Is Practical While Impetuous Youth Longs Only For What Is Dazzling.

What Name To Call Thee By, O Virgin Fair, I Know Not, For Thy Looks Are Not Of Earth And More Than Mortal Seems Thy Countenances

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.