Of every hope a bankrupt! and for ever?
Ambition, pleasure, avarice, persuade thee
To make that world of glory, rapture, wealth, 860
They lately proved,[37] the soul’s supreme desire.
What art thou made of? Rather, how unmade?
Great Nature’s master-appetite destroy’d!
Is endless life, and happiness, despised?
Or both wish’d, here, where neither can be found?
Such man’s perverse, eternal war with Heaven!
Darest thou persist? And is there nought on earth