A land of levity is a land of guilt.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles; the wretched he forsakes.
Mine is the night, with all her stars.
We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
A man I knew who lived upon a smile, And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair, While rankest venom foam'd through every vein.