I Shall Soon Be Laid In The

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.

Pleasure Is Oft A Visitant; But Pain Clings Cruelly To Us.

Thou, Silent Form, Dost Tease Us Out Of Thought As Doth Eternity.

To Bear All Naked Truths, And To Envisage Circumstance, All Calm, That Is The Top Of Sovereignty

What Is More Gentle Than A Wind Is Summer?