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.

The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

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

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."

"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, ". . . in the human heart
that had better not be wibrated."

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

A man's heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his
steps.

A man's heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his
steps.

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.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

Some hearts are hidden, some have not a heart.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.

Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.