Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A

Each That We Lose Takes A Part Of Us; A Crescent Still Abides, Which Like The Moon, Some Turbid Night, Is Summoned By The Tides.

To Venerate The Simple Days Which Lead The Seasons By, Needs But To Remember That From You Or I They May Take The Trifle Termed Mortality!

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.

A Narrow Fellow In The Grass Occasionally Rides

The Reticent Volcano Keeps His Never Slumbering Plan - Confided Are His Projects Pink To No Precarious Man.