As onward I follow to taste the sweetness of this my day,
And peacefully journey to eld and the bourne that Fate doth ordain
For my life. For we all must die: alike are we passing away,
Though our fortune be diverse. How far soever one’s gaze may strain,
Too frail is man to attain to the heaven brazen-floored.
Even so did wingèd Pegasus fling his earthly lord,