This is the age of oddities let loose.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.
Come what may, I have been blest.
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.