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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
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Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom springs.
[Lat., Medio de fonte leporum
Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat.]
The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.
The War is not don so long as my Enemy lives.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel;
Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a belle.
The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.
The masters eye fattens the horse, and his foote the ground.
Without businesse debauchery.
Without businesse debauchery.
Love and dignity do not dwell together.
Love and dignity do not dwell together.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
Death rides on every passing breeze,
He lurks in every flower.
