How Blunt Are All The Arrows Of

But If There Be An Hereafter,and That There Is, Conscience, Uninfluenc'dand Suffer'd To Speak Out, Tells Every Man,then Must It Be An Awful Thing To Die;more Horrid Yet To Die By One's Own Hand.

The Tap'ring Pyramid, The Egyptian's Pride, And Wonder Of The World, Whose Spiky Top Has Wounded The Thick Cloud.

Friendship! Mysterious Cement Of The Soul, Sweet'ner Of Life, And Solder Of Society.

When It Draws Near To Witching Time Of Night.

How Blunt Are All The Arrows Of Thy Quiver In Comparison With Those Of Guilt.