Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
Curiosity kills itself; and love is only curiosity, as is proved by its end.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!