Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

We Are Quick To Flare Up, We Races Of Men On The Earth.

Wise To Resolve, And Patient To Perform.

The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!