ForasIliehere，hoursofthedeadnight，Dyinginstateandbysuchslowdegrees，Ifoldmyarmsasiftheyclaspedacrook，Andstretchmyfeetforthstraightasstonecanpoint，Andletthebedclothes，foramortcloth，dropIntogreatlapsandfoldsofsculptor’swork：[90]
Andasyontapersdwindle，andstrangethoughtsGrow，withacertainhumminginmyears，AboutthelifebeforeIlivedthislife，Andthislifetoo，popes，cardinals，andpriests，SaintPraxedathissermononthemount，Yourtallpalemotherwithhertalkingeyes，Andnew-foundagateurnsasfreshasday，Andmarble’slanguage，Latinpure，discreet，——Aha，ELUCESCEBATquothourfriend?
NoTully，saidI，Ulpianatthebest！[100]
Evilandbriefhathbeenmypilgrimage。
Alllapis，all，sons！ElseIgivethePopeMyvillas！Willyeevereatmyheart?