Europa caressed the beautiful animal, and at last had the courage to sit upon his back. […] allow me to touch once more, and for the last time, the strings of the lyre which has so often cheered me: let the last moments of my life, be soothed by its gentle influence.” […] ye are changed since ye met me last! […] what have ye looked on since last we met? […] Ye have looked on death since ye met me last!