Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Luxurious lobster-nights, farewell, For sober, studious days!
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.
When we are young, we are slavishly employed in procuring something whereby we may live comfortably when we grow old; and when we are old, we perceive it is too late to live as we proposed.
Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!