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.

Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.

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.