Death Had His Grudge Against

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

He Loves But Lightly Who His Love Can Tell.

How Difficult It Is To Save The Bark Of Reputation From The Rocks Of Ignorance.

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

And I Live On, But In Grief And Self-contempt, Left Here Without The Light I Loved So Much, In A Great Tempest And With Shrouds Unkempt.