Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men

Toil, Says The Proverb, Is The Sire Of Fame.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Many A Maiden, With White Feet Glancing Light As Air, Made Happy Music Through The Gloom.

Time Will Cure You, But Now Is Your Grief Still Young.