Will yet receive me mouldering with the dead;
This life resign'd without one parting sigh,
Together in one bed of earth we'll lie!
Together share the fate to mortals given,
Together mix our dust, and hope for Heaven.

HARROW, 1803.

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ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL, WHEN DYING.


Animula! vagula, Blandula,
Hospes, comesque, corporis,
Quoe nunc abibis in Loca?
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec ut soles dabis Jocos.

_TRANSLATION_.

Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav'ring sprite!
Friend and associate of this clay,
To what unknown region borne,
Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?
No more with wonted humour gay,
But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.

1806.