Other Men's Crosses Are Not My Crosses.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.

I Shall Die Reading; Since My Book And A Grave Are So Near.

Sleep Is Pain's Easiest Salve

Death Be Not Proud, Though Some Have Called Thee Mighty And Dreadful, For Thou Art Not So. For, Those, Whom Thou Think'st Thou Dost Overthrow. Die Not, Poor Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty, Dies.