Faint Heart Ne'er Won Fair Lady.

There Is Nothing So Subject To The Inconstancy Of Fortune As War.

Here Lies A Gentleman Bold Who Was So Very Brave He Went To Lengths Untold, And On The Brink Of The Grave Death Had On Him No Hold. By The World He Set Small Store-- He Frightened It To The Core-- Yet Somehow, By Fate's Plan, Though He'd Lived A Crazy Man, When He Died He Was Sane Once More.

One Day, In The San Francisco Walk, He Came Upon Some Badly Painted Figures And Observed That Good Painters Imitate Nature But Bad Ones Vomit It Forth.

Death Eats Up All Things, Both The Young Lamb And Old Sheep; And I Have Heard Our Parson Say, Death Values A Prince No More Than A Clown.

From Reading Too Much, And Sleeping Too Little, His Brain Dried Up On Him And He Lost His Judgment.