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A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

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

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.