Nothing Is So Painful To The Human

I Ought To Be Thy Adam, But I Am Rather The Fallen Angel.

With How Many Things Are We On The Brink Of Becoming Acquainted, If Cowardice Or Carelessness Did Not Restrain Our Inquiries.

Live, And Be Happy, And Make Others So.

Polluted By Crimes, And Torn By The Bitterest Remorse, Where Can I Find Rest But In Death?

I Leave A Sad And Bitter World; And If You Remember Me, And Think Of Me As Of One Unjustly Condemned, I Am Resigned To The Fate Awaiting Me.