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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Epitaph

By Alexis Piron (1689–1773)

MY journey here below is through;

Life is indeed a narrow strait.

Once saw I clear, now dimmed the view;

Once wise was I, but now I’m blate.

I, step by step, have reached the pass

Which may be shunned by fool nor sage,

To go, where know I not, alas!

Adieu, Piron, and bon voyage!