on mutability

"we rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.

we rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day.
we feel, conceive, or reason; laugh, or weep,
embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;
it is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
the path of its departure still is free.
man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
naught may endure but mutability!"

beaucoup d'amour...
_kii_