Faults are soon copied.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for country life.
Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Now is the time for drinking; now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.
When we try to avoid one fault, we are led to the opposite, unless we be very careful.