"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."
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A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui read more
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not
sufficient.
[Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis.]
And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of read more
And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
And thine epitaph shall be--
"He was wretched ev'n as we;"
And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
Speme e Fortune, addio; che' in porto entrai.
Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.
Speme e Fortune, addio; che' in porto entrai.
Schernite gli altri; ch'io vi spregio omai.
Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?
Shrine of the mighty! can it be,
That this is all remains of thee?
Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
Inn of a traveller on his way to Jerusalem.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven read more
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.
Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, read more
Yet at the resurrection we shall see
A fair edition, and of matchless worth,
Free from erratas, new in heaven set forth.
