I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Some by experience find those words mis-placed: At leisure married, they repent in haste.
Who pleases one against his will.
But say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved. To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased, They scarcely come inclining to be pleased: And sure he must have more than mortal Skill, Who please one against his Will.