On Wings Of Wind Came Flying All

Lend, Lend Your Wings! I Mount! I Fly! O Grave! Where Is Thy Victory? O Death! Where Is Thy Sting?

Hope Springs Eternal In The Human Breast: Man Never Is, But Always To Be Blest.

Gentle Dullness Ever Loves A Joke.

Who Ne'er Knew Joy But Friendship Might Divide,or Gave His Father Grief But When He Died.

You Purchase Pain With All That Joy Can Give And Die Of Nothing But A Rage To Live.