Herman Melville

“ Threw in some moral cinnamon:
"Sir pilgrims, look; 'tis early yet;
In evening arbor here forget ⁠95
The heat, the burden of the day.
Life has its trials, sorrows--yes,
I know--I feel; but blessedness
Makes up. ”

“ The Beaker
"Life is not by square and line:
Wisdom's stupid without folly:
Sherbet to-day, to-morrow winc
Feather in cap and the world is jolly!"
So he, the aforesaid mellow man, ⁠5
Thrumming upon the table's span. ”

“ And who in end, when they retrace
Their lives, see little to admire
Or wonder at, so dull they be ⁠280
(Like fish mid marvels of the sea)
To every thing that is not pent
In self, or thereto ministrant. ”