Only by Nature's leave, and bow to Fate!
"Besides, you have my rivals: lavish gold!
How comfortably quick shall life depart
Cosseted by attentions manifold!
"One day, one hour ago, perchance my art
Had done some service. Since you have yourselves
Chosen—before the horse—to put the cart,
"Why, Sirs, the sooner that the sexton delves
Your patient's grave the better! How you stare
—Shallow, for all the deep books on your shelves!