No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui* and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety.
