Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him, you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.

Once in Persia reigned a king
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which he held before the eyes
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
Even this shall pass away.

What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay, Even this shall pass away

The more we study human nature, the less we think of men - the more of man

But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crost All loves and honors lost, To gain the heavens, at cost Of losing earth

Oh! that the memories which survive us here Were half so lovely as these wings of thine! Pure relics of a blameless life, that shine Now thou art gone.