Reason Respects The Differences, And Imagination The

I Love Tranquil Solitude And Such Society As Is Quiet, Wise, And Good.

Alas! I Have Nor Hope Nor Health, Nor Peace Within Nor Calm Around, Nor That Content Surpassing Wealth The Sage In Meditation Found.

Let Me Set My Mournful Ditty To A Merry Measure; Thou Wilt Never Come For Pity, Thou Wilt Come For Pleasure; Pity Then Will Cut Away Those Cruel Wings, And Thou Wilt Stay.

How Wonderful Is Death! Death And His Brother Sleep.

Thy Words Are Like A Cloud Of Winged Snakes.