I Am Ashes Where Once I Was

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

Tis The Perception Of The Beautiful, A Fine Extension Of The Faculties, Platonic, Universal, Wonderful, Drawn From The Stars, And Filtered Through The Skies, Without Which Life Would Be Extremely Dull

The Truly Brave Are Soft Of Heart And Eyes, And Feel For What Their Duty Bids Them Do.

My Hair Is Grey, But Not With Years, Nor Grew It White In A Single Night, As Men's Have Grown From Sudden Fears.

I Have Always Believed That All Things Depended Upon Fortune, And Nothing Upon Ourselves.