Philip James Bailey

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
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See the gold sunshine patching,
And streaming and streaking across
The gray-green oaks; and catching,
By its soft brown beard, the moss.

Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
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Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.

Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.

Lowliness is the base of every virtue,
And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.

As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]

As the master so the valet. (Like master, like man.)
[Fr., Fel maltre, tel valet.]