A serious ape whom none take seriously, Obliged in this fool's world to earn his nuts By hard buffoonery. His smile is sweetened by his gravity. Book i. 4 Certain winds will make men's temper bad. Sad as a wasted passion. As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
Inclination snatches arguments To make indulgence seem judicious choice.
For what has been and is not. A College Breakfast-party. Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence. Oh may I join the Choir invisible. He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.