Here Am I, Dying Of A Hundred

What Then Remains, But Well Our Power To Use, And Keep Good-humor Still Whate'er We Lose? And Trust Me, Dear, Good-humor Can Prevail, When Airs, And Flights, And Screams, And Scolding Fail.

All Nature's Diff'rence Keeps All Nature's Peace.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

The Grave Unites; Where E'en The Great Find Rest, And Blended Lie Th' Oppressor And Th' Oppressed!

Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.