Life's uncertain voyage.

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change.

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

Some men never seem to grow old. Always active in thought, always ready to adopt new ideas, they are never chargeable with foggyism. Satisfied, yet ever dissatisfied, settled, yet ever unsettled, they always enjoy the best of what is, are the first to find the best of what will be.

Come, Lady, die to live.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

O for a horse with wings!