No one would pity, or condole his Fate,
But think he merited, the Bedlam-State.
Empedocles, with Madness sought the Flame,
And thought by that; to gain immortal Fame.
Let Architects, and Builders, mad as they,
In Folly; run, and make themselves away;
Why should it be a Sin, such Men to kill,
More than to keep alive, against their Will?
It was not Chance, but Choice, the Poet made,
To seek Divinity, in Lethe's Shade;