The Gloomy Shade Of Death.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Canst Thou, O Partial Sleep, Give Thy Repose To The Wet Sea-boy In An Hour So Rude, And In The Calmest And Most Stillest Night, With All Appliances And Means To Boot, Deny It To A King?

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.