An ugly woman in a rich habit set out with jewels nothing can become.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Kings fight for empires, madmen for applause.
There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o'er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?