Chapter 33 No.33

Alas, how fleeting and how vain

Is even the nobler man, our learning and our wit!

I sigh whene'er I think of it:

As at the closing an unhappy scene

Of some great king and conqueror's death,

When the sad melancholy Muse

Stays but to catch his utmost breath.

I grieve, this nobler work, most happily begun,

So quickly and so won