Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

Farewell The Tranquil Mind! Farewell Content! Farewell The Plumed Troops, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue.

Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

Therefore It Is Most Expedient For The Wise, If Don Worm (his Conscience) Find No Impediment To The Contrary, To Be The Trumpet Of His Own Virtues, As I Am To Myself.

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.