Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than

Reality Is Always The Foe Of Famous Names.

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.

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.

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

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.