I am in love with the green earth.
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by.
Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
It is good to have friends at court.
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
The only true time which a man can properly call his own, is that which he has all to himself; the rest, though in some sense he may be said to live it, is other people's time, not his.