Dust Into Dust, And Under Dust To

Men Talk Of Heaven, - There Is No Heaven But Here; Men Talk Of Hell, - There Is No Hell But Here; Men Of Hereafters Talk And Future Lives, - O Love, There Is No Other Life - But Here.

You Know How Little While We Have To Stay, And, Once Departed, May Return No More.

The Grape That Can With Logic Absolute The Two-and-seventy Jarring Sects Confute: The Sovereign Alchemist That In A Trice Life's Leaden Metal Into Gold Transmute.

Heaven But The Vision Of Fulfilled Desire, And Hell The Shadow From A Soul On Fire.

The Thoughtful Soul To Solitude Retires.