A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The man who has no inner-life is a slave to his surroundings.
Until Eve arrived, this was a man's world.
It belongs to the imperfection of everything human that man can only attain his desire by passing through its opposite.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.
Man must do his part and detach himself from created things.
He who can be, and therefore is, another's, and he who participates in reason enough to apprehend, but not to have, is a slave by nature.
A woman who does not become the slave of just one man becomes the slave of all men.
From the moment he is born to the moment he dies, man is subject to the activities of numerous microbes.
It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.
Man does find in Nature deliverance from himself, oblivion of his past, with peace and purity!