Things At The Worst Will Cease Or

After Your Death You Were Better Have A Bad Epitaph Than Their Ill Report While You Live.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.