s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
The world's a scene of changes.
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!