One moment unamused, a misery
Not made for feeble man! who call aloud
For every bauble drivell’d o’er by sense;
For rattles, and conceits of every cast,
For change of follies, and relays of joy, 250
To drag your patient through the tedious length
Of a short winter’s day—say, sages! say,
Wit’s oracles! say, dreamers of gay dreams!
How will you weather an eternal night,
Where such expedients fail?