The monster London laugh at me.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
This only grant me, that my means may lie, too low for envy, for contempt to high.
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.