Nought is gain'd by melancholy;
Better than the pain of thinking
Is to steep the sense in drinking. —Bland.
Alexis. (Book x. § 71, p. 709.)
A. A thing exists which nor immortal is,
Nor mortal, but to both belongs, and lives
As neither god nor man does. Every day
'Tis born anew and dies. No eye can see it,
And yet to all 'tis known.