Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And

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

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

Books Have Led Some To Learning And Others To Madness.

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.

A Good Death Does Honour To A Whole Life.