Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
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.
His time's forever, everywhere his place.
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.