How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest read more

How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angel's visits short and bright,
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.

Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.

They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

They hear a voice in every wind,
And snatch a fearful joy.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.

One joy scatters a hundred griefs.

One joy scatters a hundred griefs.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George read more

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
read more

Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]

A joy that's shared is a joy made double.

A joy that's shared is a joy made double.