you never feel completely sad

or completely happy. you just feel kind of satisfied with your products and then you die

hast thou seen the down in the air?

when wanton blasts have tossed it?
or the ship on the sea,
when rudder winds have crossed it?
hast thou mark'd the crocodile weeping,
or the foxes sleeping?
or hast thou view'd the peacock in his pride,
or the dove by his bride,
when he courts for lechery?

oh so fickle, oh so vain, oh so false, so false is she!