Change Amuses The Mind, But Rarely Profits.

Great Necessity Elevates Man, Petty Necessity Casts Him Down

A Man's Foibles Are What Makes Him Lovable.

Everything Transitory Is But An Image.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

Once I Blazed Across The Sky, Leaving Trails Of Flame; I Fell To Earth, And Here I Lie - Who'll Help Me Up Again? -a Shooting Star