Man wants little, nor that little long.
Ambition! powerful source of good and ill!
What most we wish, with ease we fancy near.
Who combats with a brother, wounds himself.
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.
Too low they build who build below the skies.