Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other read more

Sorrow preys upon
Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more

For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.

That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I read more

A happier lot were mine,
If I must lose thee, to go down to earth,
For I shall have no hope when thou art gone,--
Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And no dear mother.

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to
the true.
[Lat., Ficta voluptatis causa read more

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to
the true.
[Lat., Ficta voluptatis causa sint proxima veris.]

We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.

We tire of those pleasures we take, but never of those we give.