Titles, Honors and High Estates

Life does not remember the honored name Nor does it judge virtue and shame All must be forgotten in time someday Except the pen and the word that quietly stray’d Ah! Fame, strength, wealth and genius Form the wings of glory indeed And though I pursue them like high estates My worth will not be retained by my titles, My honors or the weakness in me that conflates Nay, It is the word I lay as the confessions of my mind That will not be forgotten or be out of date!