I have a hundred times wished that one could resign life as an officer resigns a commission.
Good Lord, what is man! for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his books and his crooks, With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil, All in all, he's a problem must puzzle the devil.
Now's the day and now's the hour.
Look abroad through Nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .