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What is our life? a play of passion; Our mirth the music of division;...
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But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning Never sick, never old, never dead From itself never turning.
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O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world ...
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PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb; So, when affection yields discourse, it seems The bottom is but shallow whence they come. They that are rich in words, in words discover That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
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But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
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