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Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.
Our joy is dead, and only smiles on us.
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.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night.
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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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.]
Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.
Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
Illusory joy is often worth more than genuine sorrow.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
Joy's smile is much closer to tears than laughter.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
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.
