human
Sea of Clouds, where human reason is so often shipwrecked. Not far off lies the
gpt
Sea of Rains, fed by all the fever of existence. Near this is the
human
Sea of Storms, where man is ever fighting against his passions, which too often gain the victory. Then, worn out by deceit, treasons, infidelity, and the whole body of terrestrial misery, what does he find at the end of his career? that vast
gpt
Sea of Humours, barely softened by some drops of the waters from the
human
Gulf of Dew!
gpt
encloses smaller seas, whose significant names contain every incident of a feminine existence. There is the
human
Sea of Serenity, over which the young girl bends;
gpt
The Lake of Dreams, reflecting a joyous future;
human
with its waves of tenderness and breezes of love;
gpt
The Sea of Fruitfulness;
human
The Sea of Crises; then the
gpt
Sea of Vapours, whose dimensions are perhaps a little too confined; and lastly, that vast
human
Sea of Tranquillity, in which every false passion, every useless dream, every unsatisfied desire is at length absorbed, and whose waves emerge peaceably into the
gpt
Lake of Death!