Ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.

When men once reach their autumn, sickly joys fall off apace, as yellow leaves from trees

Pity swells the tide of love.

Be wise today; 'tis madness to defer. Next day the fatal precedent will plead; thus on, til wisdom is pushed our of life.

Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain, It, makes us wander, wander earth around, To fly that tyrant Thought. As Atlas groan'd The world beneath, we groan beneath an hour.

By all means use some time to be alone.

Midway from Nothing to the Deity!