What Good Can Come From Meeting Death

But Learn That To Die Is A Debt We Must All Pay.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.