Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky

Music, Music For A While Shall All Your Cares Beguile. Alexander's Feast

For All Have Not The Gift Of Martyrdom.

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.