What shall I do to be for ever known,And make the age to come my own?
A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Of all ills that one endures, hope is a cheap and universal cure.
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
Solitude can be used well by very few people. They who do must have a knowledge of the world to see the foolishness of it, and enough virtue to despise all the vanity.
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