Grieve not, my friend, or peevish say
Your luck is worse than common,
For “Gold takes wings, and flies away,”
And “Time will stay for no man.”
Sensibility or Indifference—Lord Erskine.
Lines by Lord Erskine, on being asked whether he preferred great Sensibility or Indifference.
The heart can ne’er a transport know,
That never felt a pain;
That point thus settled long ago,