Silence In Times Of Suffering Is The

For Those Whom God To Ruin Has Design'd, He Fits For Fate, And First Destroys Their Mind.

Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The Brave Deserves The Fair.

Since Every Man Who Lives Is Born To Die, And None Can Boast Sincere Felicity, With Equal Mind, What Happens, Let Us Bear, Nor Joy Nor Grieve Too Much For Things Beyond Our Care. Like Pilgrims To The' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.