'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
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'Tis gone: a thousand such have slipt
Away from my embraces:
And fallen into the dusty crypt
Of darken'd forms and faces.

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

A coward calls himself cautious, a miser thrifty.

In all labour there is profit.

In all labour there is profit.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

The pain
Remembrance gives, when the fix'd dart
Is stirred thus in the wound again.

I give not gold for mere expectations.

I give not gold for mere expectations.

Who teacheth often learns himself.

Who teacheth often learns himself.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

Here beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

He touches nothing but he adds a charm.

He touches nothing but he adds a charm.

Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.

Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest.