At the funeral of his father, John Mara ended his eulogy with a quote from Shakespeare, "Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"
I couldn't help but think that the epitath that comes to my mind when thinking about Welington Mara was:
I strove with none, for none were worth my strife
Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art
I warmed both hands before the fire of Life
It sinks and I am ready to depart
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