O That It Might Remain

Of All The Possessions Of This Life Fame Is The Noblest; When The Body Has Sunk Into The Dust The Great Name Still Lives.

Never The Grave Gives Back What It Has Won!

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

The Worst Of Me Is Known, And I Can Say That I Am Better Than The Reputation I Bear.

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.