No tribute is laid on castles in the air.
It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
Man and wife, Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.