Life is an incurable disease.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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.
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.