It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.


Prometheus Unbound: A Lyrical Drama in Four Acts with Other Poems (ed. 1820)


It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.

It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.