On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet
Despair and Genius are too oft connected
I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.
I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.
I only know we loved in vain; I only feel-farewell! farewell!
He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)