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Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopp'd,
Doth burn the heart to cinders, where it is.
A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.
A loss, of which we are ignorant, is no loss.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
When his heart is glad
Of the full harvest, I will speak to him.
It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.
It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.
We praise old times, but show no curiosity about modern events.
We praise old times, but show no curiosity about modern events.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
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The sense of death is most in apprehension,
And the poor beetle that we tread upon
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.
