The Little Done Doth Vanish To The

He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love Forever.

Light Be The Earth Upon You, Lightly Rest.

That Mortal Is A Fool Who, Prospering, Thinks His Life Has Any Strong Foundation; Since Our Fortune's Course Of Action Is The Reeling Way A Madman Takes, And No One Person Is Ever Happy All The Time.

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.