Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due

Call No Man Happy Till He Is Dead.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.