Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Epitaph

I never cared for Life: Life cared for me,
And hence I owed it some fidelity.
It now says, ‘Cease; at length thou hast learnt to grind
Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind,
And I dismiss thee – not without regard
That thou didst ask no ill-advised reward,
Nor sought in me much more than thou couldst find.’

1. The End of the Episode
2. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
3. On a Discovered Curl of Hair
4. The Three Tall Men
5. The Month’s Calendar

George Byron (Джордж Байрон) Epitaph ("Posterity will ne’er survey") January 2, 1820

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