Who, for the poor renown of being smart, Would leave a sting within a brother's heart?
They most the world enjoy who least admire.
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
Like our shadows, our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.
But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.