I am ashes where once I was fire.
My native land, good night!
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates - but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.