We Frolic While 'tis May.

Men Will Believe Anything At All Provided They Are Under No Obligation To Believe It.

To Contemplation's Sober Eye. / Such Is The Race Of Man.

He Pass'd The Flaming Bounds Of Place And Time: The Living Throne, The Sapphire Blaze, Where Angels Tremble While They Gaze, He Saw; But Blasted With Excess Of Light, Closed His Eyes In Endless Night.

As To Posterity, I May Ask What Has It Ever Done To Oblige Me?

E'en From The Tomb The Voice Of Nature Cries, E'en In Our Ashes Live Their Wonted Fires.