Sympathy is a virtue unknown in nature.

Sympathy is a virtue unknown in nature.

It [true love] is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
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It [true love] is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart, and mind to mind
In body and in soul can bind.

The heart was made to be broken

The heart was made to be broken

Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.

Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.

For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
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For thou hast given me in this beauteous face
A world of earthly blessings to my soul,
If sympathy of love unite our thoughts.

To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
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To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan;
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.

Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.

Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.

It is impossible to suffer without making someone pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.

It is impossible to suffer without making someone pay for it; every complaint already contains revenge.