Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall

Tis True, 'tis Day; What Though It Be? O Wilt Thou Therefore Rise From Me? Why Should We Rise, Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down, Because 'twas Night? Love Which In Spite Of Darkness Brought Us Hither Should In Despite Of Light Keep Us Together.

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

To An Incompetent Judge I Must Not Lie, But I May Be Silent; To A Competent I Must Answer.

Friends Are Ourselves.