Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

But now being lifted into high society, And having pick'd up several odds and ends Of free thoughts in his travels for variety, He deem'd, being in a lone isle, among friends, That without any danger of a riot, he Might for long lying make himself amends; And singing as he sung in his warm youth, Agree to a short armistice with truth.

Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.