But Pain Is Perfect Misery, The Worst

To Many A Youth And Many A Maid, Dancing In The Chequer'd Shade.

A Man May Be Ungrateful, But The Human Race Is Not So.

O Impotence Of Mind, In Body Strong! But What Is Strength Without A Double Share Of Wisdom, Vast, Unwieldy, Burdensome, Proudly Secure, Yet Liable To Fall By Weakest Subtleties, Not Made To Rule, But To Subserve Where Wisdom Bears Command.

What Am I Pondering, You Ask? So Help Me God, Immortality.

No Date Prefixed Directs Me In The Starry Rubric Set.