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.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Oh, how portentous is prosperity! How comet-like, it threatens while it shines.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Old men love novelties; the last arriv'd Still pleases best; the youngest steals their smiles.