For these are felt by all.
He suffered, but his pangs are o’er,
Enjoyed, but his delights are fled;
Had friends, but his friends are now no more,
And foes—his foes are dead.
He saw whate’er thou hast seen,
Encountered all that troubles thee;
He was whatever thou hast been,
He is what thou shalt be.
The annals of the human race;