With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.
How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!
Happy is she that from the world retires, and carries with her what the world admires.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
All things but one you can restore; the heart you get returns no more.
That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.