Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
- Williams

Web to weave,
And corn to grind;
Things are in the saddle,
and ride mankind.
- Emerson

Since flesh and bone
Turn dust and stone,
With life so brief,
Why add to grief?
- Tolson

Think where man's glory
most begins and ends,
and say my glory was
I had such friends.
- Yeats

Leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Frost