In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fixed, 'tis fixed as in a frost.
Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state.
In lazy apathy let stoics boast, their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; contracted all, retiring to the breast; but strength of mind is exercise, not rest.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies.
There should be, methinks, as little merit in loving a woman for her beauty as in loving a man for his prosperity; both being equally subject to change.