Death Is Better Than Disease.

Races, Better Than We, Have Leaned On Her Wavering Promise, Having Naught Else But Hope.

So Nature Deals With Us, And Takes Away Our Playthings One By One, And By The Hand Leads Us To Rest.

I Have You Fast In My Fortress, And Will Not Let You Depart, But Put You Down Into The Dungeon, In The Round-tower Of My Heart, And There Will I Keep You Forever, Yes, Forever And A Day, Till The Walls Shall Crumble To Ruin, And Moulder In The Dust Away!

Only A Look And A Voice; Then Darkness Again And Silence.

Silence And Solitude, The Soul's Best Friends.