The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does

What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes A New One.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.