Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
The value of a thought cannot be told.
Obey thy genius, for a minister it is unto the throne of fate. Draw to thy soul, and centralize the rays which are around of the Divinity.
Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.