Nature cared not a jot.

Who owned no property and never desired to since the earth was no man's but all men's, as light and air and weather were.

The youth of Andronicus had been without spirit, his age was without reverence:

For the first time in my life the weather was not something that touched me, that caressed me, froze or sweated me, but became me.

Youth has no age.

I cannot command winds and weather.

[ An idle youth, a needy age. ]

I never saw a wild thing / sorry for itself,

They had been in love, desperately in love, but the universe cared nothing for the vicissitudes of the human heart.

One does not care for the cage when the bird has flown away from it. and when the bird of life flies away, no one cares for the body left behind. (396)

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly;<p>And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Fair weather friends are not worth much.

A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force; She neither hears nor sees; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.

Goodness had nothing to do with it, dearie.