The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
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The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is read more

The most confused we ever get is when we're trying to convince our heads of something our heart knows is a lie.

All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a
merry heart hath a continual read more

All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a
merry heart hath a continual feast.

There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

There is an evening twilight of the heart,
When its wild passion-waves are lulled to rest.

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, read more

There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together

My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me.

My mind tells me to give up, but my heart won't let me.