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World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not read more
World's use is cold, world's love is vain,
World's cruelty is bitter bane;
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.
Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.
Long ailments wear out pain, and long hopes, joy.
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it read more
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
They can't hurt you unless you let them.
They can't hurt you unless you let them.
