Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

Bad Is The Trade That Must Play Fool To Sorrow, Ang'ring Itself And Others.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Let The End Try The Man.