Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.
There buds the promise of celestial worth.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.