They are nice in pleasure, scrupulous in praise. The pleasure is a whim of the time, as the time is young; the praise, a boast of the time, as the time is old. There are young times and old times, and no time young but old also, and no time old but young also. They who delight are the children of themselves, and they who judge are the parents of themselves. The pleasure is a mischief; the praise, a rebuke. All are divided between wildness and wiseness. Harmony, only in tradition and invention, united.