Time Will Cure You, But Now Is

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

It Is Wise To Withhold One's Heart And Mind From Men Who Think Themselves Superior.

Along With Success Comes A Reputation For Wisdom.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.