Demoniac Frenzy, Moping Melancholy.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her Rising Sweet, With Charm Of Earliest Birds.

A Short Retirement Urges A Sweet Return.

Nothing Is Here For Tears, Nothing To Wail Or Knock The Breast, No Weakness, No Contempt, Dispraise, Or Blame,-nothing But Well And Fair, And What May Quiet Us In A Death So Noble.

O Dark, Dark, Dark, Amid The Blaze Of Noon, Irrecoverably Dark, Total Eclipse Without All Hope Of Day!

Money Brings Honor, Friends, Conquest, And Realms.