No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
Without one friend, above all foes, Britannia give the world repose
How various his employments, whom the world Calls idle and who justly, in return, Esteems that busy world an idler too
Says John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware.
Lights of the world, and stars of human race.
As if the world and they were hand and glove.
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed How sweet their memory still But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
He sees that this great roundabout; The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says -- what says he -- Caw.
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