Great Souls Suffer In Silence.

Time Is A Blooming Field: Nature Is Ever Teeming With Life: And All Is Seed, And All Is Fruit.

Appearance Rules The World.

There Is A Nobility In The World Of Manners.

I Follow My Heart, For I Can Trust It.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.