Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The

Death Only This Mysterious Truth Unfolds, The Mighty Soul How Small A Body Holds.

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

He Wants Worth Who Dares Not Praise A Foe.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

Successful Crimes Alone Are Justified.