Me and Amy on our way to Harrogate craft fare
So glut yourselves until you’re sated
on this unstable life, my friends!
its nullity I’ve always hated,
I know too surely how it ends.
I’m blind to every apparition;
and yet a distant admonition
of hope sometimes disturbs my heart:
it would be painful to depart
and leave no faint footprint of glory…
I never lived or wrote for praise;
yet how I wish that I might raise
to high renown my doleful story,
that there be just one voice which came,
like a true friend, to speak my name.
Eugene Onegin, Alexander Pushkin (Translated by Charles Johnston)