Thus Spoke Great Bedel[1] From His Tomb: "Mortal, I Would Not Change My Doom, To Live In Such A Restless State, To Be Unfortunately Great; To Flatter Fools, And Spurn At Knaves, To Shine Amidst A Race Of Slaves; To Learn From Wise Men To Complain And Only Rise To Fall Again: No! Let My Dusty Relics Rest, Until I Rise Among The Blest."