“Here is my list of poems—
perhaps it is dear to friendship.
I am sure: my kindly genius knows
that in this labyrinth of rhymes and words
I lack skill—
but friendship will find here in its place my feelings,
the chronicle of my passions,
the errors of mind and heart,
cares, fuss, and the sorrows of past days
and light-winged joys;
as in life I fell and rose,
as I quite died to the world,
as again I entrusted my little skiff
to the whims of Fortune…”