Ah! Fleeting Spirit! wand'ring Fire, That long hast warm'd my tender Breast, Must thou no more this Frame inspire? No more a pleasing, chearful Guest? Whither, ah whither art thou flying! To what dark, undiscover'd Shore? Thou seem'st all trembling, shiv'ring, dying, And Wit and Humour are no more!
— Александр Поуп