To waft a feather or to drown a fly. - Edward Young

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.

But if an Original, by being as excellent, as new, adds admiration to surprize, then we are at the writer's mercy; on the strong wing of his imagination, we are snatched from Britain to Italy, from climate to climate, from pleasure to pleasure; we have no home, no thought, of our own; till the magician drops his pen: And then falling down into ourselves, we awake to flat realities, lamenting the change, like the beggar who dreamt himself a prince.

I had looked for happiness in fast living, but it was not there. I tried to find it in money, but it was not there either.