Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th' approaches of the last.
Hope is the most hopeless thing of all.
The present is an eternal now.
What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.