O let me be undone the common way, And have the common comfort to be pity'd, And not be ruin'd in the mask of bliss, And so be envy'd, and be wretched too!
Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Of boasting more than of a bomb afraid, A soldier should be modest as a maid.
Friendship's the wine of life: but friendship new... is neither strong nor pure.
Read nature; nature is a friend to truth.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.