I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.
Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.
Come, my best Friends! my Books! and lead me on.
s a scene of changes, and to be constant in Nature were inconstancy.
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!