Like the fixed centre of a troubled world.
Again I halted with reverted eyes;
The chain that would not slacken, was at length
Snapt,—and, pursuing leisurely my way,
How vain, thought I, is it by change of place[424]
To seek that comfort which the mind denies;
Yet trial and temptation oft are shunned
Wisely; and by such tenure[425] do we hold
Frail life's possessions, that even they whose fate
Yields no peculiar reason of complaint