I Only Know We Loved In Vain;

The Busy Have No Time For Tears.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

I Have Had, And May Have Still, A Thousand Friends, As They Are Called, In Life, Who Are Like One's Partners In The Waltz Of This World -not Much Remembered When The Ball Is Over.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

If From Society We Learn To Live, Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die.