Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our

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

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.