Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity

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

I Looked Back At The Summit Of The Mountain, Which Seemed But A Cubit High In Comparison With The Height Of Human Contemplation, Were In Not Too Often Merged In The Corruptions Of The Earth.

It Is More Honorable To Be Raised To A Throne Than To Be Born To One. Fortune Bestows The One, Merit Obtains The Other.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.