So Softly Death Succeeded Life

He Who Trusts A Secret To His Servant Makes His Own Man His Master.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.

For Art May Err, But Nature Cannot Miss.

An Horrible Stillness First Invades Our Ear, And In That Silence We The Tempest Fear.

A Good Conscience Is A Port Which Is Landlocked On Every Side, Where No Winds Can Possibly Invade. There A Man May Not Only See His Own Image, But That Of His Maker, Clearly Reflected From The Undisturbed Waters.