Horace, creator; Conington, John, 1825-1869, editor

  • Whether from Argos' founder born
  • In wealth you lived beneath the sun,
  • Or nursed in beggary and scorn,
  • You fall to Death, who pities none.
  • One way all travel; the dark urn
  • Shakes each man's lot, that soon or late
  • Will force him, hopeless of return,
  • On board the exile-ship of Fate.