A Good Death Does Honour

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.

Death Is A Sleep That Ends Our Dreaming. Oh, That We May Be Allowed To Wake Before Death Wakes Us.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.