Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.

Must in death your daylight finish? My sun sets to rise again.

Pleasure must succeed to pleasure, else past pleasure turns to pain

Thou art my single day, God lends to leaven What were all earth else, with a feel of heaven.

Of what I call God, And fools call Nature.

The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!

Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.