Get work, get work; Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get.
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?
His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
But since he had The genius to be loved, why let him have The justice to be honoured in his grave.
What we call Life is a condition of the soul. And the soul must improve in happiness and wisdom, except by its own fault. These tears in our eyes, these faintings of the flesh, will not hinder such improvement.