The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.

Grief Is Itself A Medicine.

A Fretful Temper Will Divide The Closest Knot That May Be Tied, By Ceaseless Sharp Corrosion; A Temper Passionate And Fierce May Suddenly Your Joys Disperse At One Immense Explosion.

Time, As He Passes Us, Has A Dove's Wing, Unsoil'd, And Swift, And Of A Silken Sound.

The Parson Knows Enough Who Knows A Duke.