Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
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?