He invades authors like a monarch; and what would be theft in other poets is only victory in him.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.
These are the effects of doting age,--vain doubts and idle cares and over caution.
Trust reposed in noble natures obliges them the more.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.