Hatred Is The Madness Of

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull

The Simple Wordsworth . . . / Who, Both By Precept And Example, Shows / That Prose Is Verse, And Verse Is Merely Prose.

Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

There Is A Tear For All Who Die, A Mourner O'er The Humblest Grave.

If Ancient Tales Say True, Nor Wrong These Holy Men.