To Fear Death Is The Way To

Gaze Not On Beauty Too Much, Lest It Blast Thee; Nor Too Long, Lest It Blind Thee; Nor Too Near, Lest It Burn Thee. If Thou Like It, It Deceives Thee; If Thou Love It, It Disturbs Thee; If Thou Hunt After It, It Destroys Thee. If Virtue Accompany It, It Is The Heart's Paradise; If Vice Associate It, It Is The Soul's Purgatory. It Is The Wise Man's Bonfire, And The Fool's Furnace.

Scandal Breeds Hatred; Hatred Begets Division; Division Makes Faction, And Faction Brings Ruin.

Socrates Called Beauty A Short-lived Tyranny; Plato, A Privilege Of Nature; Theophrastus, A Silent Cheat; Theocritus, A Delightful Prejudice; Carneades, A Solitary Kingdom; Aristotle, That It Was Better Than All The Letters Of Recommendation In The World; Homer, That It Was A Glorious Gift Of Nature; And Ovid, That It Was Favor Bestowed By The Gods.

How Is The Anxious Soul Of Man Befool'd In His Desire, That Thinks An Hectic Fever May Be Cool'd In Flames Of Fire?

To Fear Death Is The Way To Live Long; To Lie Afraid Of Death Is To Be Long A Dying.