Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead,

That Music In Itself, Whose Sounds Are Song, The Poetry Of Speech.

Years Steal Fire From The Mind As Vigor From The Limb; And Life's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

Like The Measles, Love Is Most Dangerous When It Comes Late In Life.

By Headless Charles See Heartless Henry Lies.

Not To Admire, Is All The Art I Know To Make Men Happy, Or To Keep Them So. Thus Horace Wrote We All Know Long Ago; And Thus Pope Quotes The Precept To Re-teach From His Translation; But Had None Admired, Would Pope Have Sung, Or Horace Been Inspired?