And Empty Heads Console With Empty Sound.

Art Still Followed Where Rome's Eagles Flew.

Where Beams Of Imagination Play, The Memory's Soft Figures Melt Away.

The Cabinets Of The Sick And The Closets Of The Dead Have Been Ransacked To Publish Private Letters And Divulge To All Mankind The Most Secret Sentiments Of Friendship.

Sleep And Death, Two Twins Of Winged Race, Of Matchless Swiftness, But Of Silent Pace.

A Perfect Judge Will Read Each Word Of Wit With The Same Spirit That Its Author Writ.