And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled read more

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever

Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.

Enjoy life. This is not a dress rehearsal.

Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.

Joy has this in common with pain, that it robs people of reason.

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.

Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.

But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?

But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?

Oh, frabjous day! Callooh. Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Oh, frabjous day! Callooh. Callay!
He chortled in his joy.