From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal

Fiction Is Of The Essence Of Poetry As Well As Of Painting; There Is A Resemblance In One Of Human Bodies, Things, And Actions Which Are Not Real, And In The Other Of A True Story By Fiction.

For My Part, I Can Compare Her (a Gossip) To Nothing But The Sun; For, Like Him, She Knows No Rest, Nor Ever Sets In One Place But To Rise In Another.

Here Lies My Wife: Here Let Her Lie! Now She's At Rest, And So Am I.

Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To Range.

Love Is Love's Reward.