Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

There Is No Lighter Burden, Nor More Agreeable, Than A Pen.

I Know And Love The Good, Yet, Ah! The Worst Pursue.

When The Poet Died His Cat Was Put To Death And Mummified.

Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See, With How Much Ease Life Losest, In A Day, What Many Years With Pain And Toil Amassed!