Equal in wisdom, differently wise!
Through flowery meadows, and through dreary wastes,
One bustling, and one dancing, into death.
There’s not a day, but, to the man of thought,
Betrays some secret, that throws new reproach
On life, and makes him sick of seeing more. 80
The scenes of business tell us—“What are men;"
The scenes of pleasure—“What is all beside;”
There, others we despise; and here, ourselves:
Amid disgust eternal, dwells delight?