Death In Itself Is Nothing;

The Good We Have Enjoyed From Heaven's Free Will, And Shall We Murmur To Endure The Ill?

Seas Are The Fields Of Combat For The Winds; But When They Sweep Along Some Flowery Coast, Their Wings Move Mildly, And Their Rage Is Lost.

So The False Spider, When Her Nets Are Spread, Deep Ambushed In Her Silent Den Does Lie.

Discover The Opinion Of Your Enemies, Which Is Commonly The Truest; For They Will Give You No Quarter, And Allow Nothing To Complaisance.

When I Consider Life, It Is All A Cheat. Yet Fooled With Hope, People Favor This Deceit.