An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's

Sameness Is The Mother Of Disgust, Variety The Cure.

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay, And Who Can Rightly Die Needs No Delay.