Words Empty As The Wind Are Best

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death

The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To Fame.

The Lot Of Man-to Suffer And Die.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

I Would Rather Be Tied To The Soil As A Serf... Than Be King Of All These Dead And Destroyed.