Joseph Addison

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon read more

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

Talking with a friend is nothing else but thinking aloud.

See they suffer death,
But in their deaths remember they are men,
Strain not the laws to read more

See they suffer death,
But in their deaths remember they are men,
Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.