A mans ingress into the world is naked and bare, His progress through the world is trouble and care; And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where. If we do well here, we shall do well there: I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year.2
The Eccentricities of John Edwin (second edition), vol. i. p. 74. London, 1791.
As though there were a tie And obligation to posterity. We get them, bear them, breed, and nurse: What has posterity done for us.
Note 1. Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, New Hampshire. [back]
Note 2. These lines Edwin offers as heads of a sermon. Longfellow places them in the mouth of The Cobbler of Hagenau, as a familiar tune. See The Wayside Inn, part ii. The Students Tale. [back]