Foe of mankind, why murd'rest thou my love?
Forbear, he lives!
Oh where? Oh where?
In heav'n above.
Poor wretched life that only lives in name!
Man is not flesh but soul, all life is fame.
That is true fame which living men enjoy;
That is true life which death cannot destroy.
Live ever through thy merited renown,
Fair spirit, shining in thy starry crown.