Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

Fortune may raise up or abuse the ordinary mortal, but the sage and the soldier should have minds beyond her control.

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.

Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.

The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.