A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.
Milton, thou should'st be living at this hour.
The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.
The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
Plain living and high thinking are no more.