The first is the law, the last prerogative.
It's a hard world, neighbors, if a man's oath must be his master.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
An horrible stillness first invades our ear, And in that silence we the tempest fear.
Even victors are by victories undone.
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.