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I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of read more
I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of my Nath, doth breeds in me the more
continuall remembrance of him.
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my read more
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not read more
But each day brings its petty dust our soon-choked souls to fill, and we forget because we must, and not because we will.
The palest ink is better than the best memory.
The palest ink is better than the best memory.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
Unless we remember we cannot understand.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
Every man's memory is his private literature.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
The true art of memory is the art of attention.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
The memory represents to us not what we choose but what it pleases.
