I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.
For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
Man marks the earth with ruin - his control stops with the shore.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.