While Life Is In Your Body, You

I Have Taken Pride In Others, Never In Myself.

Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To Grief

From Thought To Thought, From Mountain Peak To Mountain. Love Leads Me On; For I Can Never Still My Trouble On The World's Well Beaten Ways.

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.