Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My

T'is True: There's Magic In The Web Of It.

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.