The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
His still refuted quirks he still repeats. New-raised objections with new quibbles meets; Till sinking in the quicksand he defends, He dies disputing, and the contest ends.
Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
The innocent seldom find an uneasy pillow.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.