Earth Is A Merry Damsel,

No Life Can Pompless Pass Away - The Lowliest Career To The Same Pageant Wends Its Way As That Exalted Here -

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

Just Girt Me For The Onset With Eternity, When Breath Blew Back, And On The Other Side I Heard Recede The Disappointed Tide!

The Sailor Cannot See The North / But Knows The Needle Can.

The Spider As An Artist Has Never Been Employed- Though His Surpassing Merit Is Freely Certified.