The world's a scene of changes.
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.
Build yourself a book-nest to forget the world without.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!
May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.