Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
The sum of all sums is eternity.
One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
Such crimes has superstition caused.
A falling drop at last will carve a stone.