Wishers Were Ever Fools.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.

We Must Be Gentle Now We Are Gentlemen.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.