For a whole lifetime With no guaranties And promises not kept How ever hard you try to please All the nights unslept

[…] realms and islands were As plates dropp’d from his pocket.

Nothing that belongs to Homer ſeems to have been more commonly miſtaken than the juſt Pitch of his Style: Some of his Tranſlators having ſvvell'd into Fuſtian in a proud Confidence of the Sublime; others ſunk into Flatneſs in a cold and timorous Notion of Simplicity.

I used to preach investment dressing. The whole idea was that you buy the best quality you can find, preferably a core wardrobe, and those clothes interchanged would last nearly forever. I don't believe that anymore.