The world's a scene of changes.

"We may talk what we please," he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, "of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles, in fields d'or or d'argent; but, if heraldry were guided by reason, a plough in a field arable would be the most noble and ancient arms."

The present is all the ready money Fate can give.

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!

Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.

The monster London laugh at me.

May I a small house and large garden have; And a few friends, And many books, both true.