To Go To Bed After Midnight Is

For Precious Friends Hid In Death's Dateless Night.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.