'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane !
(So call him, for so mingling blame with praise,
And smiles with anxious looks, his earliest friends,
Masking his birth-name, wont to character
His wild-wood fancy and impetuous zeal,)
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Truth and beauty of this epitaph....heartbreaking....love & admiration he bore for friend deceased.....MOVING. Particularly today.....a loved one is buried at sea......the only wreath......tears.
My breath is gone now, and no cold to be felt.