How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than Himself.

For Style Beyond The Genius Never Dares.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That Hard Stone Whereunder Lies My Darling, Lies My Dear, And Cry To Her To Speak From Heaven's Sphere.

Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our Dreaming. Oh, That We May Be Allowed To Wake Before Death Wakes Us.