Love Built On Beauty, Soon

Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

One Short Sleep Past, We Wake Eternally, And Death Shall Be No More; Death, Thou Shalt Die.

O Lord, Never Suffer Us To Think That We Can Stand By Ourselves, And Not Need Thee.

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve, And Doth Fulfil All Offices Of Death, Except To Kill.