What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Neither the praise nor the blame is our own.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!