A Young Man Married Is

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art Beautiful

Mean And Mighty, Rotting Together, Have One Dust.

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.