Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.

His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did read more

His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft,
Faithful, below, he did his duty;
But now he's gone aloft.

"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my
epitaph. No man can write my read more

"Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no man write my
epitaph. No man can write my epitaph. I am here ready to die.
I am not allowed to vindicate my character; and when I am
prevented from vindicating myself, let no man dare calumniate me.
Let my character and motives repose in obscurity and peace, till
other times and other men can do them justice."

For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.

For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: read more

This Mirabeau's work, then is done. He sleeps with the primeval
giants. He has gone over to the majority: "Abiit ad plures."

Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
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Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee,
And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me;
Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear,
My days are past, my head lies quiet here.
What faults you saw in me take Care to shun,
Look but at home, enough is to be done.

If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
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If Paris that brief flight allow,
My humble tomb explore!
It bears: "Eternity, be thou
My refuge!" and no more.

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such read more

Kind reader! take your choice to cry or laugh;
Here Harod lies--but where's his Epitaph?
If such you seek, try Westminister, and view
Ten thousand, just as fit for him as you.

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., read more

Baths, wine and Venus bring decay to our bodies; but baths, wine
and Venus make up life.
[Lat., Balnea, vina, Venus corrumpunt corpora nostra;
Sed vitam faciunt baldea, vina, Venus.]