From the French.
Careless and thoughtless all my life,
Stranger to every source of strife,
And deeming each grave sage a fool,
The law of Nature was my rule,
By which I learnt to duly measure
My portion of desire and pleasure.
'Tis strange that here I lie, you see,
For Death must have indulged a whim;
At any time to have thought of me,
Who never once did think of him.