Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than

My Flowery And Green Age Was Passing Away, And I Feeling A Chill In The Fires Had Been Wasting My Heart, For I Was Drawing Near The Hillside Above The Grave.

Books Have Led Some To Learning And Others To Madness.

For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay, And Who Can Rightly Die Needs No Delay.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

For Style Beyond The Genius Never Dares.