Man maketh a death which Nature never made.
Death! great proprietor of all! 'tis thine To tread out empire, and to quench the stars.
Britannia's shame! There took her gloomy flight, On wing impetuous, a black sullen soul . Less base the fear of death than fear of life. O Britain! infamous for suicide.
Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels; how heavily we drag the load of life!
Friendship's the wine of life.