We rest; a dream has the 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 man ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but mutability!

Frankenstein-