Love's Mysteries In Souls Do Grow, But

Pleasure Is None, If Not Diversified.

True And False Fears Let Us Refrain, Let Us Love Nobly, And Live, And Add Again Years And Years Unto Years, Till We Attain To Write Threescore ; This Is The Second Of Our Reign.

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

There Is No Health; Physicians Say That We, At Best, Enjoy But Neutrality.

Be More Than Man, Or Thou'rt Less Than An Ant.