I Know And Love The

Who Over-refines His Argument Brings Himself To Grief

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

It May Be Only Glory That We Seek Here, But I Persuade Myself That, As Long As We Remain Here, That Is Right. Another Glory Awaits Us In Heaven And He Who Reaches There Will Not Wish Even To Think Of Earthly Fame.

You Keep To Your Own Ways And Leave Mine To Me.

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