I Shall Soon Be Laid In The

My Heart Aches, And A Drowsy Numbness Pains/ My Sense, As Though Of Hemlock I Had Drunk.

The World Is Too Brutal For Me-i Am Glad There Is Such A Thing As The Grave-i Am Sure I Shall Never Have Any Rest Till I Get There.

I Would Sooner Fail Than Not Be Among The Greatest.

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.