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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.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish read more
Nothing begins, and nothing ends, That is not paid with moan; For we are born in others pain And perish in our own.
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
Nature knows best, and she says, roar!
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
When pain can't bless, heaven quits us in despair.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Never a lip is curved with pain That can't be kissed into smiles again.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, read more
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth, which truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
