Your petitioner then, bound in duty, shall neigh.
Epitaph on Cardinal Richelieu.
Stay, traveller—for all you want is near:
Wisdom and power I seek—they both lie here.
Nay, but I look for more, and raise my aim,
To wit, taste, learning, elegance, and fame.
Here ends your journey, then; for there the store
Of Richelieu lies—Alas! repent no more:
Shame on my pride! what hope is left for me,
When here death treads on all that man can be?