Farewell, this ends my rhyming, submitted at its worth. Lest I forget--pride goes before the fall, on earth And exceeding fine if slowly, grind the mills of angry gods-- The muses' steed, a versifying bronco had I caught And recklessly I rode; but fast as thought Fate overtook me when Pegasus bucked me off. Sorely distressed I hear a satyr's mocking laugh As on my laurels resting, on my seat of honor cast And thanking you for kind attention now your indulgent censure ask.