Joseph Addison

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

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?

Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
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Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
Play all the comfort o'er again.

A man's first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own
heart, his next to escape the read more

A man's first care should be to avoid the reproaches of his own
heart, his next to escape the censures of the world.

And pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.

And pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.