Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

And last, the crown of a' my grief.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Stained
With grief, that's beauty's canter.

Small things become the small.

Small things become the small.

The desire to know a thing is heightened by its gratification
being deferred.

The desire to know a thing is heightened by its gratification
being deferred.

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh,
it is a tree of life.

Hope deferred maketh the heart sick: but when the desire cometh,
it is a tree of life.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles read more

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles to-day,
To-morrow may be dying.

Harken to reason or shee will bee heard.

Harken to reason or shee will bee heard.

There is great force hidden in a sweet command.

There is great force hidden in a sweet command.