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  • But me, not destined such delights to share,
    My prime of life in wandering spent and care;
    Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue
    Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view
    That, like the circle bounding earth and skies,
    Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies;
    My fortune leads to traverse reams alone,
    And find no spot of all the world my own.

    Oliver Goldsmith (1841). “Goldsmith's miscellaneous works”, p.2