That short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
‘T is almost consequence,
Is the eclat of death.
Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept,
Had he the power to spurn!
By Patrick Carpen: The Greatest Writer On Earth
That short, potential stir
That each can make but once,
That bustle so illustrious
‘T is almost consequence,
Is the eclat of death.
Oh, thou unknown renown
That not a beggar would accept,
Had he the power to spurn!